A broody duck hatches it’s eggs …
On the twenty eighth day
The matured duckling inside each egg
Starts hiting the inner surface
By it’s beak slowly,
And makes a hole to crack it
It brings head out of the hole
And first looks to the colourful world
bending it's head in different angles
With great wonder and surprise.
I have seen it's first-look,
The surprised eyes,
The beautyful expression,
And the great wonder
Not only once, many times
I have seen duckling’s first-look
At my own home
And spoiled several valuable hours
To witness this precious moment.
It’s my memorable part of life.
The same wonder, same surprise,
Same type of expression
I have seen in my son’s eyes too
When I took him first time in Kolkata
A village boy was looking
The city trams, high rise buildings,
Double decker buses,
Birla planetarium
The man-pulled rickshaw
In the same manner as the duckling.
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