We have some ducks
In a tank of ours,
They swim and eat there
All the hours.
One day I in the evening,
I scanned them thoroughly
One of them was scattered away,
And it could not properly swim.
I couldn’t understand,
What the was matter,
And why the poor duck was a-parted
When its friends quack and chatter.
Later I found out,
That it was a blind,
There was no one to love him
And behave in a manner of kind.
Each day was a
Battle for him
He couldn’t play with his friends
And take pleasure in his swim.
This made me worry
And a simple conclusion;
Some animals like this duck,
Live in chaos and confusion.
I was almost in tears,
When I saw his condition,
So decided to show him
some extra love and compassion.
One near near the tank,
As I stood with my bread,
I broke & put a piece of it
And into the water it spread.
Then I saw an astounding thing;
The blind one came first,
And with his extraordinary smelling sense,
He ate the food in a burst.
The incident was amazing
And quite strange, in fact,
Even the petty small duck has got
Such sniffing- sense, for contact.
God has blessed them with
Other superb senses
Although He has taken away
The duck’s both lenses.
This drives me to a conclusion
That is heart-breaking, and rough;
Even for animals, life is tough,
Even for animals, life is tough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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