Human flesh tastes a lot like pork.
I first tasted human flesh
almost ninety years ago.
I didn't plan to become a man-eater.
I was feasting on a ghooral one day
and a careless hunter shot me in the face
and broke off both my upper and lower
canine teeth on the right side. I could
no longer kill my natural prey,
and humans were all I could catch.
I killed at least 434 of them, including
the wife, mother, and four of the children
of that stupid son of a she-dog
who wounded me and did not follow
me up to make sure I was dead.
I was a female tiger, and became known
as the Champawat Man-Eater. The famous
British hunter and naturalist Jim Corbett
finally was the one who ended my days.
Today the oldest national park in my
home country, India, is named after him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem from the point of view of a Bengal tiger and interesting information about the Park!