I beat my conscience today; I beat the very reason of being called ‘human’ today

I did and experienced something which I had heard of till date but had never witnessed it myself. I experienced the selfish side of my nature today. I did something which beat the very reason of classifying myself as ‘human’.

The incident happened when I was coming to office today. On my way to office, I suddenly saw a bitch standing with her two puppies standing in the middle of the road barking at every car that went by. What seemed like barking at first instance was in actual pleading. She was pleading to every passerby for help for her third puppy which lay on the road bleeding. The puppy’s skull was broken. Blood was oozing out from a crack in her head. The puppy had been hit by a car. I saw and witnessed but did nothing. The first thing which came to my mind was that I need to reach the office in time. The second thought was there is no veterinary hospital nearby, so I had no place to take the puppy for treatment. I moved on wishing that someone else would help. I moved on praying that the puppy may suffer a painless death. But by the time I reached halfway to my office, I realized that my mind was looking for excuses in order to beat my conscience and the very intention and desire of helping the puppy. I remember the look in the mother’s eyes, asking for assistance and a bit of time from everyone around her. I remember my apathy for the mother who looked into my eyes and barked at me wishing that I would not ignore her puppy like others. But, it is too late now. I have reached my office now. The puppy must be dead by now. The mother must by howling now sitting by the side of the road. I beat my conscience today. I am no more a ‘human’. I am like others around me whom I consider shameless, disgusting, indifferent, unconcerned, and double-faced. I realized how barefaced I could be to ignore the crying and howling of a mother. I AM SELFISH. I AM DISGUSTING. I AM ‘NO MORE HUMAN’. I am like all others around me. I am no better than them. 


Dear Sorrow,
what do I do with you...?
Why don't you find another home,
another friend...?
Like a bird by the window pane,
You keep visiting me
again & again...
Wonder, what is that
you're looking for...
Someone to talk to,
with someone just like you...?