Life of a Cactus

Growing for sure but all alone.
The leaves are not shady,
And the branches are not cozy,
Neither do I give flower,
nor do I bear fruits,
Spring , Summer or winter,
Are no mean , a life shower,
bee, butterfly or grasshopper,
Never shows up to my desire,
The thorns are blessing,
which reveals more about a curse,
Lush-green shapes of irregularity,
Are a true cause of my popularity.
i grow tall flawlessly,
though Strike with an endless agony.
Not cursing or blaming for my misery,
for I am sure to reach my destiny...