Question

please send the summary of this poem.
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. 

Answer 1

no one knows about the tamarind. it stands alone with passing of wind. every year it gives a fruit, shadow to all. I loved sit under the tree. I saw the blue hills it like smiling but when I return back I searched the tamarind. when I go and search listen my heart. I think it's my heart and soul. now an empty hole there.