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This poem is a call to action for the conservation of the Greater One-Horned Rhinoceros, a magnificent creature facing extinction due to human greed.

The poem takes us to the heart of Assam, India, where these rhinos roam, and paints a vivid picture of their existence. It highlights their role in the ecosystem and the devastating impact of poaching.

Ultimately, the poem urges us to act before it’s too late and these giants disappear forever.

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In Assam’s heart, where Brahmaputra flows,
A giant strides, a relic that still grows.
The Greater One-Horned Rhino, plated grey,
A thundering beast, a king in its own way.

Two stand together, in a field of green,
Basking in the sun, a majestic scene.
Their wrinkled skin, a testament to time,
Holds ancient wisdom, a soul sublime.

Coarse tongues explore, a symphony of scent,
Acacias munched, a vital nutrient spent.
Muscular legs, with purpose they traverse,
Shaping the land, a sculptor in reverse.

Ancient ones, these rhinos, giants grand,
Walked the Earth long before a human hand
Dared mar their realm. They saw our world unfold,
From fiery birth to stories yet untold.

Its horn, a crown, a symbol of its might,
Yet beckons greed, a darkness in the night.
For myths and lies, fueled by human vice,
Mark this noble creature’s tragic sacrifice.

Poachers’ snares, a cruel and bloody trade,
Diminish herds, a future quickly frayed.
The ecosystem mourns, a web undone,
Where absence screams, where balance is outrun.

For every beast, a role, a vital thread,
From soaring birds to insects, brightly bred.
The rhino grazes, mows the tall green grass,
A gardener giant, its purpose unsurpassed.

But humans stand, the apex predator’s curse,
Blind to the beauty, the natural universe.
The only burden, the one that brings despair,
Leaving scars on Earth, a wound beyond repair.

Let reason rise, let empathy take hold,
Before the silence rings, a story left untold.
Save the rhino, save the land, save all,
For a future shared, where giants stand tall.

Will future generations only know this might
Through dusty horns, devoid of life and light?
Can we rewrite this tale, a future more humane,
Where rhinos thunder free across the plain?

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