Summery of tamarind poem
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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.
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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