Choice
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I wage a losing battle.
if the stray pup survives
one more dog on the street
one more hungry mouth
if I let it die
one more death for my conscience
one more compromise to
only the fittest survive
I make my choice.
In the name of Darwin
I can't let the pup die
under cold night sky.
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