Let It Slide

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