I miss the trees of my childhood.

I wish there were trees,

Small and huge trees,

All around,

As in my childhood,

At our townhouse,

And our Mango grove.

Now living in this metropolis,

In this concrete jungle,

I miss them all,

Few trees that are left here,

I know have a short existence,

Because I see them vanish,

As this city wants land; free of trees.

However in this city,

At a heritage property,

When I chanced upon this tree,

A huge Tamarind tree,

That you see in this picture,

I was extremely happy.

Standing in its shade,

Admiring its beauty,

And enjoying the breeze,

Brought about my childhood glee,

And I wished for its permanence.