Snakes and Ladders

It's really amazing that some relatives
They offer you the hand to bring up when you are in trouble.
But when you climb the steps gradually
They pull the ladder secretly.

* Be watchful my dear son on your walks
As there are some snakes under the grass.
[ Still I remember my deceased loving mother who whispers this phrase when she put us on the bed.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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