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. 7-8-2000