As I drove myself to office
Refreshed after a good night's sleep
A piece of rag came to my notice
In the middle of the road
A dog stood panting by the roadside
Its breasts swollen with milk
The rag was her baby pup
Crushed to death by careless wheels
My heart skipped a bit
Dear God, help that mother bear it
I prayed
What else could I do?
Before death
I was as powerless as that grieving mother
Dear Ruta, such a well expressed touching poem....10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Ruta Ma'am, such a tragic sequence delivered so beautifully through this nice poem. 10+++++ for the sharing. Regards. Subhas