An Unsung TragedyA Poem by Ankur JainPumping the streams of blood out of the streets near our home no one eyed the mother who was still brewing some foam. Some found it wretched, some ghastly it wasn't his fault that he died so hastily Even though he was just a pup dent on the bumper was worth more than his gut. Driver kept spitting, thinking his day is ruined while the public screamed "let's get going" Apart from the mother everyone forgot savouring the last whiff of her son she ever got.
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