The untamed jungles of Central India wear quintessence of wild,
When touched by the scintillating sun they bloomed and smiled.
Embracing the rumpled hills these jungles stand upright,
Their soothing silence becomes cryptic when day adapts the plumage of night.
Where the muffling leaves break the solitude of Surrei trees,
And the cherished Mahua flowers are imbued with a tinge of peace,
Where Mowgli had played and Charger; the legendary tiger had once carved his foot trails,
These are the glorious jungles of Central India, where rule of tiger still prevails.
Courtesy: Malivka Verma | Photo Courtesy : Ashish Tirkey