Tamarind

Nobody knows where my Tamarind stood

Just by a winding lane.

Each year it gave me fruit and shade, and drew

Me to my home again.

I loved to sit beneath her shady boughs,

And rest up for a while,

To gaze out upon the distant blue hills,

With laughter and a smile.

And now that I’m back, I’m eager to find,

My tamarind again.

I hasten down to that favourite spot,

I search… but search in vain.

Then I stop and I stare; I stand quite still

I listen to my heart.

That magnificent 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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