My Expressions

Date : 18 May 2020

  • Young Voice
  • Sparsh Barnwal


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.

 

Sparsh Barnwal

Grade 5, Navy Children School, Goa