Death of a rat

Death of a rat


I crossed the half dead rat.
I caught the moment, his struggle
in the great noise of life.
I took the U turn on the road
and came to rescue the rat
as if it was in my command.


He was centured on the road -
not by his will.
It was not a suicide attempt,
they are brave indeed.

I saw the moments of his struggling
to enter a better life in all ways possible.
The wheels of the giant cars
buzzed over it, mercilessly.

The tiny velvety ears flapping by the wind
and then
lost forever to hear the music of the space.

Minu Jasdanwala