The Lion King 

 Two lions fought beneath the sun , both their 

 teeth as sharp as nails . 

 When the sunset came , the day was done .

 Both lions turned their scales , never to meet 

 again. 
 
 " You were great , father !" Simba called out .

 " My little Swahili , one day you will learn ."

   Mufasa replied . 

 Though there was a fight still left to yearn . 

 Simba stared out at the canyon , to all strong 

 and sturdy . 
 
 For the sky was at his level , as he gazed upon 

 the little birdie . 

 "Someday , I'll be a lion . " Simba yawned and  

 with that , he drifted off  to sleep ............

 
The sun dawned upon him , as the sky shifted

 to a lush - buttery yellow , while the mellow 

 winds gushed upon Simba . 

 "Father ! Father !" Simba yelled . 

 But for it was dead silence .  Only the echo of

 Simba was heard , For the words came , as

 sharp as a knife . 

 "King Mufasa is dead ." 

 The crowd of animals was murmuring , while 

 Scar luring Simba to come near .                        

 "This is all your fault ! Cannot you see , Simba!"

  Scar roared at him . " He died because of you!"

 " Simba !" His mother called out .

 " Don't listen To him . " 

 Losing his guard  with one slip , Simba fell into 

 the jungle , lost all the way deep down . 
 
 A slightly fixated frown on Simba's face , for an 

 echo of voices rushed over him , as the African

 Geko was nearby . 

 For the land was barren , Simba could see . 

 In a language quaint and olden , the plea of

 Simba , lost in the jungle debris . 

 A nearby sound of hustling and rustling came, 

 from the bushes of quiet shushes ...........

 Shh!!! An animal guffawed , as he laced out his 

 words . 

 " I'm trying to Timon !"

 Another screech came as it was just out of

 Simba's reach . 

 A wave of panic swept over Simba , as two  

 giant shadows approached him . 

 Two creatures jumped out of the bushes ,  

 giving themselves a less friendlier approach . 

" Yum ! A croackroach crawled along on the  

 dusty pathways of the jungle as the warthog 

 licked it up . 

 The warthog smacked his lips and said , " I am

 Pumbaa and this is the brainless meerkat  

 Timon . " 

 "Tit for a Tat , Pumbaa ! " Timon exclaimed .

 While Pumbaa snickered and Timon bickered , 

 Simba burst into tears . 

 " What happened little cub ?" Pumbaa calmly

 asked him . 

 Simba cried , " For the plea of mine was never

 heard nor what I had asked for was absurd . It

 was only for my father to see me now . "

 " Simba no sad nor any bad , Hakuna Matada , 

 we say around here . Forever Free . " 

 Pumbaa timidly sang . 

 Simba smelt the flowers , reminding him of his

 father , the warm melt of a hug . 
 
 The safari roared from beyond , glistening the 

 petals of hibiscus flowers . 

 The dancing sun cradled the blue sky , as the

 dawn fell into the hands of dusk , while it  

 lingers in the wild . 

"Pumbaa , Pumbaa where are you ?" Timon  

 whispered . 
 
 " We have to leave , it's an endless journey to  

 safety . " 

 Pumbaa replied , " Yes I know . But , where's

 the little cub ?" 
 
" Well , how I am supposed to know , you

 foolish Pumbaa ! " Timon guffawed .  
 
 " You must have lost him again , as usual . " 

" Well don't call me silly , you like minded fool!"

 Pumbaa screeched . 
 
 And once again , while Pumbaa bickered and  

 Timon snickered , Simba was calmly sleeping  

 through all this . 
 
 "Oh ! well there he is . " Timon remarked . 
 
 " Little cub , we must go . " Pumbaa calmly  

 wake him up . 
 
 Simba who is bleary - eyed , who can't see  

 straight was surprised by this news . 
 
 " We have to go Simba . " Timon explained . 

 " We must find safety . " Simba hopping onto  

 Pumbaa's back , set off........leaving the only  

 ever place he's called Home . 

 The years passing by of the life long journey  

 embarked by Simba , 
  
 While the kingdom still entwined under the  

 barbarian rule by Scar . 
 
 Simba runs into the labyrinth of the canyon .

 " Simba ! Is that you ?" A familiar voice called

 out . 
 
 " Nala ! Nala ! " Simba cried . 
 
 A dark silhouette appeared out of the shadows, 

 racing towards Simba . 
 
 Nala hugged him , and finally the two friends 

 had become one again . 
 
 Tears of joy streamed down Simba's face ,  

 while Nala caressed him . 

 " It's been so long Simba . " Nala cried . 
 
 " I love you . " 

 " I love you too . " Simba rejoiced . 
 
 " Where is Scar , Nala ? What has he done to  

 my mother ? " Simba questioned her . 
 
 " You're mother is gone Simba . " Nala  

 trembled. 
 
 " Oh ! " Simba dully replied . 
 
 " I must stop Scar . " 

 " No you won't . " Nala cried . 
 
 " I don't want to loose you again . " 

 " I am sorry Nala , I have to go . " 

 " Nooo!!!! Simba , please . " 

  And once again Simba ran away , mustering up 

  courage to leave his true beloved behind once  

  again . 

 Simba runs deep inside the canyon , 

 " You shouldn't have left her Simba . " Pumbaa  

 calmly remarked . 

 Simba pretended as though he couldn't hear  

 him , while Timon screeched blinded by the  

 light .  
 
 " Hello Simba , I see you have returned from  

 your fifteen years of exile . " Scar bellowed . 
 
 Now , Simba was face to face with him , nose to

 nose , eye to eye. 
 
 Scar roars and pounces on Simba , while he  

 plunges his teeth into his shoulder . 
  
 " You wouldn't dare . " Scar chuckles . 
 
 " I have already . " Simba howled . 

 And thus , courage burns within their veins . 
  
 Volcanoes born of rage . 
  
 Only the winter truly gains , the right to the  

 centre stage . 
  
 In the truth , Simba takes it all . 
 
 Scar has no pride , for he is long gone . 

 Nala watches in the sunset hills , her face  

 beaming . 
 
 Nala , cried with tears of joy . 
 
 " You are a lion , Simba ." She called out to  

 him.

 " Maybe I am Nala . " Simba replied , 

 " Maybe I am . "

                                                                      Ela