When she is dragged along
the rough gravel and dirt village road
tying her legs to a rope without concern
What bitch can offer her teats
to the pitiful pups following their mother ?
They were by her side till yesterday
vying with one another
and rolling playfully one over the other
Teasing and tasting the motherly love
Blissfully sucking her teats at will, and
snuggling between her legs.
Poor pups! When the dark wintry night
frightens them tomorrow with a spell of snow
how could they chase away their worst fears
and find some cosy roof to coolly sleep under ?
In the endless catechetical enquiry
Of life after death, no answer is firm or final.
But yet, in walking so along,
maybe, the grief drives… to soothe itself.
But then, for their mother
the clear-eyed helpless whelps
that know not how to shed a tear…
why they follow…?
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Bhaskar Kondreddy
Telugu
Indian.
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