Nilgiri Tahrs.

Misty fog and snow covered hills In groups they live and loves each other In steep gradient mountain they climbs Runs through the granite rocks The nature gave them wonderful dress Covered with a beautiful woolen cloth The great nature woven somewhere Without missing a tiny thread The wind and mist told each other The snow that felt so sorry to them The gracing grass felt so shy The sharpened tooth of Nilgiri Tahrs Does its job the pruning of grass Where their work is always good The species threatened themselves For a survival in periods of journey The mountain goats, Nilgiri Tahrs we call The beautiful species are to be survived This world of nature they must survive In the long journey of hope we can make.