In the heart of the jungle, where shadows lie,
Roams a creature with a piercing eye,
Stripes of fire, a silent cry,
The tiger moves, beneath the sky.

Golden fur and strength untold,
Stories of courage, legends bold,
Through ancient woods, their paths unfold,
A beauty in the wild, a sight to behold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gleam,
The tiger lives its wildest dream,
An emblem of nature’s supreme,
In rivers and trees, it flows like a stream.

With each roar, the forest wakes,
A reminder of the earth’s deep stakes,
The tiger, in its silent flakes,
A symbol of life, in every breath it takes.