Let It Slide
The ducklings are cheerfully carefree
wagging, diving and chirping in glee
huddled at bay by their mum nearby
who looks rather gloomy in my eye
but a happy family they are assumed
to breed in this benign neighborhood
Shrimps and fishes abound in the pond
Of predators they have none around
Wild ducks brooded on campus
What good luck and good camp
That holds them safe and sound
Happy families looks all the same
But misfortunes come in no name
Who knows it’s not loss of heart
That makes her brood glum and dumb
Single mother of eight at first
Then of seven, and now of six
Where is her husband for all that
Maybe her philosophy has become
Live, and let live. To be or not to be
Not a question for them to approach
She fails to teach her innocents to flee
An vital tact her responsibility to coach
Such indifference in wild life is rare
And dangerous, be it smile or snare
But for such a homely bird
what is this melancholy for?
Is happiness ever in their demand?
Does the lotus and pine add fragrance
To their amphibious life more romance
Yet there is one thing beyond humans
flight --when they take to the skies
Would they let out their joyous cries
Would it be delight or plight in their flight
For an earthly only once in life he flies
When the soul takes leave for paradise