By Samaira Sethi
Little lion little lion
Dont stray too far
Dont chase, the birds
Dont chase, the flies
Dont run after canines
They may strike you harsh
Their world isn’t as soft as ours
Little lion little lion
Why wont you listen!
Golden hair
Velvet ears
Prickly whiskers
So proud, so wild
Groom them gently you little child
Little lion little lion
Dont race, the streams
Dont scale, the rocks
You fell
You bleed
You wound your goldy locks
Born to obey them
Is the blessed curse I cant flee
My freedom wanders, all alone
I feel caged even in my greenest glee
What if I run and dont fall?
What if I climb the highest of all
What if i get hurt
But stand tall?
What if I dream that no one stalls?
What if I rise through every fall?
What if I finally escape
And live my life
My truth ! My fierity!
For once and for all!