A puppy rambles there
on the road , aloof and alone;
separated from its kinds,
which it had a few days back.

A few days back
it was in its mother's womb.
The warmth in the lap of its mother
and the milk from her breast --
all were there stored
only for a few days.

A few days back
it had a family of its own;
brothers and sisters to play with;
a house inside a pipe of a bridge
or in the dark corner
of a cattle shed, where
it had grown fearlessly.

But what is it? Who brings it
to the highway to be a rambler;
not to get food to eat
or a place to sleep?
Is it responsible
for its own condition?

Explosion! explosion is the root
of every evil; is responsible for it.
Dogs have populated at random
for their passionate copulation,
and it is,no way responsible
for its present condition.

A puppy rambles there
on the road -- sick and hungry.
Is there any rescue for it?
It is destined to suffer
at present; to remain without
food and shelter to live with.

There comes a white ray;
a white car like Nature's blessings.
A small boy gets down, who
takes the puppy into the vehicle
to rear up it ; perhaps to provide it
its livelihood to live with.

But my dear PUPPY!
be aware of Time,
of your own background.
Only then can you be happy
for all time to come
in your future generation.