Nobody knows where my tamarind stood
Just by a winding lane.
Each year it gave me fruit and shade,
And draw me to my home again.
I loved to sit beneath her shady hands,
And rest up for a while,
To gare out upon the distant blue hills,
With laughter and smile
And now that I am back, I’m eager to find
My tamarind again.
I hasten down to that favourite spot,
I search…. Search in vain.
Then I stop and stare; I stand quite still
I listen to my heart
That magnificient tree, that was my life
Has just been ripped apart.
I turn to the hills, my eyes filled with tears
For sure I’ve lost my soul
Where once it stood tall, there’s nothing there now,
Merely an empty hole.
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