The Mulberry Tree, That stood near the gate, Which was my pride, Was nowhere to be found, 'See that tree? That's mine', That's how I used to brag about it, The Times I have sat under it, And Cried, And gossiped with friends, The fruits I had consumed, Where is that place now? Now that I'm back, The house, The soil, Everything feels different, Is that how all feels, When their childhood ends? The house seems small, The soil dirty, Guess I have outgrown them, My childhood.