The Water Fowl In The Marshy Land Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I see the water fowl in the marshy land,
He looks like an embodiment of an 'errand',
He is seeking and eating insects and worms,
There ts no dearth in his charms.

He is stretching his rain-soaked wings in frenzy
As if he is crazy,
He has already conquered the marshy land
And surely he will never give up his stand;
I am proud to see his motion
And I have got from him an inspiration,
I think I am a brave warrior
As I have seen myself in his mirror.