My Moral Teacher

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.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

2 replies on “My Moral Teacher”

oooh I love this one. ūüôā kind of a cool reflection on life as a garden.. tending to each little loving piece.

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