Mr. Rao was sitting in his front lawn <br />He looked dull and worried <br />'I haven't mowed for a month' <br />He said looking at the wild growth <br /> <br />The lawn with its grass blades <br />Some tall, some short looked to me <br />Beautiful in its randomness <br />'There is some odd grace <br />Even in indiscipline' I remarked <br />'There is a method in their madness' <br />I laughed and winked at him <br /> <br />He stared one long minute <br />At his beloved lawn and said <br />'Ever heard the idiom' <br />'….Snake in the grass! It was said <br />About the lurking dangers inside <br />Such unruly growth! Thanks <br /> To the indolent masters' <br /> <br />He further cautioned, 'Walk over that ridge <br />Alongside the compound wall <br />And reach the verandah. God Knows! <br />Some serpent might have got alert <br />With our idiomatic talk, <br />I mean idiotic talk' <br />This time he laughed loudly <br /> <br />Starting towards him, I stopped suddenly <br />And turned back stating, 'I just remembered <br />I have to go to my office, I left a lot <br />To be mowed there. For too long <br />Indolent I have been'<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snake-in-the-grass-4/
