Ducks on the Loose , 
Manu got to choose .

From breakfast to dinner the ducks on the mind ,
webbed feet with the Orange beak kind .

The Ducks looking the worms to hunt ,
by the eve their own survival looks blunt .

It looks a Green pasture for the Manu eyes ,
And we all know the Duck never flies .

I wonder if there isn't that thought to kill ,
I assure all , that would take a Huge heavy will.

The flesh below the white feather can never sense ,
A thought that arose somewhere was Black and dense.

A hot tandoor or a Red Gravy Pan could only harness,
the juicy soft meat which would only need wine as cress.

It's just the day break Hunger and the devil is on the loose ,
My dear ducks it would have been better , if you would just be a Goose.




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Only and Only for Manu Sharma ....as the DUCK feelings were his ....