Welcome to Manas Maozigendri Eco-tourism Society

A new dawn on the horizon
 
The poachers turned
Wild with ambitions and lofty dreams
The poachers burned
Trees, fishes and streams
With no one to care
They laughed and gambled
The virgin laid bare;
 
Would the birds sing
About bountiful and refreshing spring?
 
Then, only a handful they came
And put their deeds to shame,
With fire in their eyes,
Hopes as high as the skies
A breath so fresh
Nature’s green, but still tarnished dress
The virgin now restored
To her former glory and adored;

Gone is the night,
Gone is the fight.