Shoots of Virtue
Men defend
their mental status quo
even through a mortal neglect.
But here,
a rare deed
emanates from a girl’s heart.
She plucks
the puppy
from the crow beaks that carve death.
Resisting
the pessimistic voices around,
she tends to that stray animal hit by
an auto rickshaw.
Her virtue is buttressed
by her brother and friends.
Confidence illumines hopes.
The flickering life
gets steady.
Let these shoots of virtue
grow
in the parched world.
Inspired by a news clipping about the four children - Varadha, Vasu,
Ema and Aryan - who brought a wounded stray puppy back to life.
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