Inspecting my lawn.
green, lush it shows up.
Laying, cost me a fortune\
tending is costlier.
The verdancy exhilarates.
a slight variation saddens.
Recent, weeds are seen
initially in the border.
slowly finding way
to the middle.
Experts want to apply weedicide
chemical for immediate. relief
I harp on organic, using
neem oil and uprooting.
A long-drawn procedure
warn my expert.
A concern for the soil
plays crucial.
Chemical spray
are hazardous, I continue.
A small thought on
the risk, I add.
The toxic nature surpasses
the active ingredients.
I lecture, with violent gestures
Unnecessarily I become angry.
A sermon, akin to Bhagavad Gita
where Lord Krishna talks of Dharma.
One like Gandhi’s advocacy of Ahimsa,
a key virtue of non. violence.
One of Vivekananda’s ” Arise
Awake and stop not till the goal is reached”.
The one opposite watches my talk
in dumb silence.
All the above three greats
remained composed/
While I fume and froth
a testament of an ordinary self.
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