Poem -The Inconsolable Lioness--12March2026

                                         POEM :

                       “THE INCONSOLABLE LIONESS” 

“(…) "The great secret of morals is love; a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.  The great instrument of moral good is the imagination, and poetry administers to the effect by acting upon the cause...."

-- William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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“Raw Emotion: Mother Lioness Grief For Her Cub is Beyond Words”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdTfKynOx1I&pp=ygVIbGlvbmVzcyByZXR1cm5pbmcgdG8gZmluZCBoZXIgdGhyZWUgY3VicyBraWxsZWQgYW5kIGNyaWVzIHVuY29udHJvbGxhYmx5

1^st part

1^st section

The lioness left her cubs to go and hunt,

There be no alternative, the cubs have to be fed;

She kept her paws cross’d, hoping for the best,

For a “successful” hunt : death for some,

Dinner for others… For the cubs…

2^nd

She watch’d the savannah, the grasses,

Hoping to spring ‘pon an unwary prey.

A battle of wits play’d out every day,

You win some, you lose some…

3^rd

A strange world : hoping to preserve life

For her kids, for they look gorgeous :

They need to be fed : an unforgiving world :

Still, lions must rule and must hunt…

4^th

Even with a “successful” hunt,

Her cubs be not sure they will eat :

That swagg’ring tyrant

Any time could come back

And snatch all dinner…

He would starve even the ones

He father’d…

Indeed, he could not care less…

A new boss would go even further :

He would pitilessly murder

The furry babies when he takes over…

5^th

Only in hither species be there such bloodshed :

Killing off the kids of others,

Without any remorse…

Mother lioness trudges along in the bush :

Her mind flashing back to the kids she left,

She had to leave back to fetch “food…”

2^nd part

6^{th section}

A “fruitless” hunt hath it been :

Mum lioness return’d home empty jaw’d.

She hop’d the babies be safe, even if hungry…

But, an unusual silence as she approach’d :

Her heart pound’d dangerously hard :

Something told her things were amiss :

A mother’s instinct…

7^th

Ent’ring the clearing, her heart broke :

Mindless had rampag’d the heartless bloke :

For want of something better,

Calloussly had he murder’d the babies !...

The had been left to themselves,

They were defenceless,

Without their Mum :

The cowardly “king” sheer genocide

Ravenously had dish’d around…

8^th

The silence of the savannah explod’d :

Mum’s cries echo’d and echo’d :

Ne’er again would romp around her babies :

Only a short life to them had been given :

Indeed, their survival be ne’er sure

In any circumstance…

They be destin’d to be butcher’d

By the very likes of them

That father’d them…

What a world…

What a life…

9^th

Be it so in other species wonders broken Mum…

To start all over again,

Still, not be sure the new kids will survive…

What a race…

Exhaust’d, mother lion slumpd down

On the grass, on the bloodied grass,

At the murder scene :

The scene turn’d from joyous

To murderous…

10^th

While she had gone out to “hunt,”

The killer lion “king”

Wantonly had murder’d her babies…

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Soman Ragavan

Mauritius (Indian Ocean)

12 March, 2026

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