As the farmer started
To water his crops,
A weed that sprouted
In overnight rains
Started telling:
Folly thy!
Water me, why?
I’ll prosper high
On my own will
Without your grace,
Without your
Watery feed
Thank God!
The deaf man
Didn’t notice...
May 13th 2009
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-weed-that-sprouted/
