Driving past the trodden roads of apathy
He sees a dog,gazing for help
Blood pouring out from every vein,
The feeling that death is going to strike any moment..
Lying there as a support less,lifeless creature..
Waiting to be seized by the clutches of death
or at least someone to aid..
He drives past this scene
Feeling his heart sink
“Should’ve helped”,”Should’ve helped”
keeps lingering every moment
guilt poking like thorn at every direction..
Unable to bear this constant torture between two choices
He goes there,
Fetches it with weeping eyes
Feeling good,that at least he was on time
No death had occurred pushing him to a life of guilt
Carefully takes it to the doctor
and all aid which can be done
and also keeping and caring for it
Even though the doer and this act may perish
This work of art will always remember
The memory undertaken to do this..