The Duck Poem by Naveed Akram

The duck and the legs it carried
Were tracks for the whole pool of water.
A wick appeared on his beak,
Stacking a little knowledge like this.

We looked after the sowing like the three
To daunt on, keeping the colour purple
And all it contains, helping each other
Where the legs of ducks had married.

One ride is an instrument and all the show,
Trips will burden me when the duck disappears,
It disappeared for good, and for worse,
Little was remembered by me.