The Neem tree in the garden
a bouquet in green
lends a value to the beings.
The branches extend
east, west, north
and south- in a bower.
The winds blow rash,
the branches give off slow
with a creak and a shriek.
Fearing a crash, decide
to cut the overambitious one,
Enact with a heavy heart.
Realize being zealous
sometimes turn risky
lead to a damage.
A complacency
in growth renders
a stability much longed.
I learn a moral.
Nature teaches,
guides and helps.
Meenas Poems 