Ashtamudi lake

Ashtamudi lake

The ripples of Ashtamudi whisper like verses,

soft as “Wordsworth”’s wandering thoughts.

Palm shadows fall across the waters,

like a poet’s dream, quiet and still.

A lone canoe drifts like a memory,

its oars writing poems on the lake.

I stand by Toronto’s wide blue shore,

where poets too found music in waves.

Yet there, in Kerala’s tender dusk,

the herons sing of love long gone.

Every tide returns with stories,

like an old book read by the moon.

GR kaviyoor 

22 08 2025

(Canada , toronto)