the tamarind tree still standing tall may be with a new batch of visitors or none but it once knew many.. children coming over for playing games of rubble, for collecting 'tamarind' falling by, for friendly tattling, eyebrow raising topics covering witches and ghosts... ...years later the cool breeze said it all as if dancing with joy, seeing me after a long gap.. while i was searching 'me' in my memory lane, in each nook and corner of the tree inhaling the sweet aroma of its leaves, feeling the sounds of its trunk.. within me, with gratitude for it gave me.. those unadulterated friendship, those innocuous fights, those pristine forms of love, those heartfelt grins, moments of poise my genesis of dreams... my ' close-to-heart' moments, bereft of fear,worries,anxieties of life if i were able to take a U turn! if i were able to come back to it's fold, under it's shades, running away from this complex world, for the reunion again !
It is lovely.. the connect with the past and the present. It is the unconditional love and gratitude that we treasure. A love affair that only we can understand. Lovely..
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The memory lanes remind me of the things I had left behind in my journey ahead in life . thank you.
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So minutely observed n expressed it . Sweet n nostalgic poem.
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Thank you swati for your thoughts on this.
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Nice lines kp.
About childhood its memories
Good
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Thank you partha for reading ..
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This poem reminded me of my childhood. I too spent lots of my time below tamarind and a ber tree. Though we cannot go back in time, but at least we can try to be as carefree as we used to be in our childhood.
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yes Vandana we cant recall the time gone by …a good reflection could be , as you hinted, to have a childlike heart ..as grown ups ! Thank you .
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Amazing :)… what an illustration .. !!
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Glad , you liked it . Thank you for reading .
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You are welcome.. keep up the great work 🙂
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Nice Memories of yesteryears.
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Thank you samantaray for reading .hope it reminded you about ..memories of yesteryears !
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Beautiful and bittersweet at the same time – A pleasure to read.
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Thank you A.K , may be thatz life ..little bitter/sour, little sweet.. Just like tamarind ..thank you
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Like tamarind … 🙂
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BEautiful
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Thank you so much 💟
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Wonderful to have so many memories, with an old friend as it were. Beautifully written. 🙂
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🙂
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So sweetly nostalgic. Tugs at heartstrings…magic of childhood.
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I enjoyed your poem very much. It reminded me of one I wrote abut my childhood tree if you’d care to read it. Of course the tree is long gone too but is still exists in my mind as a symbol of many things. I am still able to go back to in my mind to draw on the lessons I learned and how that tree still bears significance in who I am or can become. Though I recall it with nostalgia, going back to it for me is about how I use the memories to take me forward. As children, we called this the Madoni tree – It seems this was the correct botanical name. Hope you like it: https://chevvy8.com/2016/06/02/ode-to-a-jambolan-tree/
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Thank you Chevvy for the beautiful take on ” the tamarind tree” , your poem ..” an ode…, is so nicely penned, soaked in longing n nostalgia ! Just loved it . Happy times !
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Thank you my friend! Re-reading my poem and yours again, it is interesting how similar they are as symbols of better days and the anchors we seek in later life. Thank you for the reminder!😀
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