Poetry : Rule of their world

Six newborns.

Five died in cruel cold.

She was devastated.

That ugly morning, the mother.

She couldn’t speak or understand,

Languages of men.

Few days later,

She was playing,

With the one that left behind.

A white car didn’t care,

His blood spread over the street,

She was confused, couldn’t understand,

What happened to her child.

He wasn’t moving,

Why all these men were around.

She rushed to him, sniffed his nose

Licked his face, again and again.

Couldn’t ask what’s wrong,

Her mouth was shut,

But her eyes held tears.

After a while,

All men disappeared,

The body of her child,

Was abandoned by mankind.

She took him up,

Help him in her mouth,

Carried to the corner,

Set beneath the tree.

She was with him for the whole night,

Tried to move him till the sunrise,

A child died but mother’s hope was alive.

Few men tried to take his body,

They cared about smell of rotten flesh,

But not a mother’s grief.

She resisted them,

Like every mother on earth.

Doesn’t matter,

Humans or dogs.

Mother is mother,

Can give and take life for her child.

She wept,

Started to eat,

She couldn’t speak,

It was definitely difficult,

To hide him in her womb again.



This is the story of a stray dog, who’s children died, and it was her reaction when the last one was hit by a car while playing, unfortunately that one also died. She couldn’t say anything but I could feel her words and emotions while standing nearby.


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