The language of love

King of the jungle
And head of my pride
None can stand before me
Who knows no fear or fright

But years before I was a child
Caged and sold for a few pice
Neither could I raise my voice
Nor I could fight

My master took pity
Raising me like his own child
As I grew my nature showed off
Ferocious and wild

He let me loose
In a jungle thick and wild
To mingle among my own
And like a king to live my life

A lion is a lion
Who rules as per whims
I was no different
But something I missed

My master in my thoughts
With such a big heart
Who taught me to love
To a lion, my God!

One day on prowl
When I saw my master
My joy knew no bounds
I jumped and danced all about

A child I became
Whom he had so lovingly raised
And kissed him and licked him
In a warm embrace

An animal is an animal, no human
But he too feels and understands
The language of love is such
That each and every creature understands!