Treasure Island

Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

God Got On The Way


He thought he could easily glide
But on the road hit his head
The dog was on the other side
The dog wasn’t fed.
In that wee hour he bled
The winter fog lay dense
The poor dog remained unfed
There wasn’t an ambulance.
A little faster and he could make it
But he landed on his head
The car had him deadly hit
The dog wasn’t fed.
A few steps and he could be there
But he was lying with a swollen head
God he was not fair
The dog wasn’t fed.
He could have taken his time to cross to the other side
The car could have seen him and not knock his head
But ifs and buts as always leave possibilities wide
He was so keen on it but the dog couldn’t be fed.
His eyes askance gazed lifeless at the sky
His blood stained the road red
Though a kind soul that made an honest try
God saw the dog wasn’t fed.

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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My father died in an accident while crossing a road to feed a street dog on the other side. He still had biscuits in his pocket.

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  • Lorraine Colon (7/28/2013 2:09:00 PM)

    What a sad story you relate here. But yet, it's uplifting to know kindness still exists in us, when we take the time to care for the needs of a hungry dog. What an admirable act your father was performing! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (7/27/2013 4:34:00 AM)

    'But ifs and buts as always leave possibilities wide'. Although we understand that accidents can never be undone, it is still so hard to accept their finality. This poem is a fine tribute to your father. (Report) Reply

  • Tyln Moodley (7/27/2013 2:59:00 AM)

    This was a sad poem to read. Your father was a good man and tried to perform a good deed but had to pay with his life. He will be remembered for his great actions and kind heart. (Report) Reply

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