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 in vain.

Then I stop I stare; I stand quiet 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