Sitting ducks are said to be sitting,
Reluctant of all occurrences to play.
Not that they have no ability of reasoning.
It is in their nature to let nature lead the way.
Of something infinitely small and unknown
A well speculated thesis is given.
For we believe the result to what we have been shown
Not giving a chance to the hopeful space within.
Seek it, my father, that you correct my path
For my tender joy lies not in weeping willows.
Until I learn that the oblique belief in good prevents wrath,
Their secrets will be discharged by the deaf pillows.
I have learnt that I am greater than the bird
Still I find that I live below its altitude.
Never have I seen a cow preserve milk and curd
Yet these humans show no gratitude.