to the sapling of struggle...

Look at you boy!
I'm amazed by your struggle...as you grow there
On that wall made of bricks...
You found such a small space...full of concrete...
Only that particular spot...a tiny chink in the armour of the wall-
You found it and spread your roots...
You had sent your roots drilling into the tiny space...
You must've been the most persistent one ever born...
You must've been the bravest and the most persevering one!
How come a plant choose to grow into a wall?
How come a small kid like you survive in such dry, rocky conditions?
Without food...water...and light...none can grow...actually...
But you have made it...by Jove!
You're really the sapling of the struggle of the ancient times...
When all beings had to fight all odds...
When there were no air-conditioners or room heating systems...
When fight was the name of the game, really...

Hey you! the sapling of the banyan!
You're the true warrior!