An ultimate flying and war machine,
camouflaged in brown and mud green,
Jaguar vanishes off the scene,
kissing the horizon clouds abeam.
Thundering weather or blue sky,
scanning targets like a hawk’s eye,
blasting them off when it flies,
leaving the enemy in a deep sigh.
Figting falcons or Mirages,
evading all with equal ease,
no one can stop this wildcat,
SAMs easily lose their bet.
Over the oceans and across the deserts,
stealthily defying electronic gadgets,
penetrates deep and strikes harder,
engaging with munitions smarter.
Vast areas under its sway,
ever eager to get into the fray,
deadly strikes are just a play,
returns victorious at end of the day.