Sonnet: My Moringa Tree

My life too looks like the Moringa tree,
That continues to live amidst its foes;
The sun Tho’ good, scorches mercilessly;
The wind and Milliepedes are its main woes.

And every time it puts forth leaves so green;
And boughs that grow rapidly all over;
The wind trims down its size to make it lean;
Big branches break; so does the crown-cover.

The Millipedes attack relentlessly;
Within a few days time, it turns leaf-free
The sun joining the fray, blazes the tree;
Except the rain, behave all ruthlessly.

The tree however, refuses to die!
And grows again most luxuriantly and high.


by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Comments (1)

All your obligations have been met in this poem also! Great write Ivor! ! *10* Best regards, Friend Thad