It was a two-wheeler ride back home
A habitual ride it was
until the four-legged turned in,
White little one
Legs scurrying over the tar
Eyes glaring in ambition
Heart pounding with hope
Hoping of crossing the thoroughfare,
By making an indecisive overtake
I was moving ahead in traffic,
With the blink of an eye
and groan of a pup
wheels ran over the dewlap,
Heard bones cracking under my wheel
Saw flesh mangled by rubber
and felt the heart losing its rhythm
Horrendous scene not to be seen,
A heft on my chest, Heavier than tears
burying me alive with my fears,
Apologies for being the Murderer
of the Magnum opus of nature.
- Saru krishna R
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