I wage a losing battle.
if the stray pup survives
one more dog on the street
one more hungry mouth
if I let it die
one more death for my conscience
one more compromise to
only the fittest survive
I make my choice.
In the name of Darwin
I can't let the pup die
under cold night sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An absorbing poem. Behind the economy of words lies the story of a deep question you wrestled with. I am glad you chose life. Reference to Darwin adds depth and a twist. Good writing, Pradip.