Destruction of Animal Species
Though India currently is considered a mega diverse country with many of the world's species sadly, hunting is a thing which has played a crucial part in the lessening of the number of animals. One of the most effected animal is the tiger. It has been ruthlessly hunted by the masterminds who send innocent villagers to do these jobs. It is a hugely successful business which is due to the high demand of tiger bones for traditional Chinese medicines. The rhino found mostly in Kaziranga too is depleting fast for the enormous demand. The back seat has been given to the fauna by the Indian government, and the fines that have to be paid are mostly lesser than the money they earn by the poaching. If something is not done fast, then many species shall instantly become extinct and others in due course. Many people and even companies have expressed strong concern over such topics.
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