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