Once on a farm where ducks were reared,
bred in a large barn to be fed then bled,
hatched three ducklings cute and smart,
who even as fledglings were a breed apart.
Hunger and thirst was for knowledge alone,
fathom out this world in which they’d grown,
but no one around would hear their quack,
whoever they asked had turned their back.
The elders had lived forever in the barn,
with no real answers only a random yarn,
all they dreaded was the hatch to unlock,
brutal men coming to decimate the flock.
There was one however an old wise duck,
ducked death he had with yet a bit of luck,
feathers found unfit to harvest and pluck,
had seen the larger world riding on a truck.
He spoke of green fields a huge blue pond,
a bright world alive and far better beyond.
The three ducks firmly made up their mind,
to no longer stay in the barn thus confined.
So one fine dawn from the feeder they crept,
waddling over meads the greens wind swept,
plunging and paddling waters cool and blue,
out the Trio headed bidding the barn adieu!
– Narendra Nayak © 2019