Duckling Poem by Sas Debray

Duckling



One morn before the sun woke
I peeped outside my window
Foggy air like dreamy smoke
Came squeezing from the meadow
Like gushing guest they moved the curtains
Sure not to touch the window panes
And sat beside where I lay my head
Like a baby asking to be fed.

Inside my home was warm like wool
And this explained its mirth and pleasure
I thanked the meadow which was cool
Since I had found a treasure
From where it came was a loving lake
And there lived my lover, now awake
Each morn hence I let those winds come by
As messenger from her breaths and sighs.

Far above God rests in awe
Far below floats my lover
Between lies a lovely law
That around the sky does hover
Often when from sky some blue falls short
God asks her and her lake to export
Then He sends some fogs to decorate
And excess she sends me as per my fate

Each morn before the sun woke
I peep outside my window
Foggy air like dreamy smoke
Comes squeezing from the meadow

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Sas Debray

Sas Debray

Guwahati, India
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