Her Twelfth One

On a Midnight,

She delivered her twelfth one

Exhausted and flat,

Her maternal pride

Eased away her bleeding pains.

Her saliva, cured and refreshed,

All cute multicolored puppies,

And without any clues.

They suckled and slaked

She sensed, smelled and marked them within,

Her own way to track.

All mysterious,

May be the blessings of god,

With a tuning and trust she crossed,

All those real life moments.

Without any precautions and prenatal scans,

Medicines or midwives,

No surgery and comfort

All alone under the cover of darkness,

She delivered one by one

Right on the garbage cot.

Very weary and feeble,

But always she is chased

By her dozen of kids

Who taught her this patience?

Given her the wisdom,

That she has to foster them day and night

Giving up her own care.

This day, she seems very upset

Worried and weeping,

Eyes seeking and asking every passerby

Can you do something?

Keeping her chin on the half crushed

Body of her loved one...

She barks to chase out the crows

Caring the carcass

Again she barks and run away to reach the others

So curious to be on the road

And the thoughts of that big truck

Still make her deeply mourn...

Her plight, so painful and helpless

Tell me, who taught her to go sad and cry.

Whoa! Animals do have feelings                         

They sense, smell, sing, speak and cry

Give birth, forage and relax

Very clever, kind and loyal

They do fall in love and cherish

Listen, don’t forget, you are also an animal

But don’t become a brutal one

Give them your love…