Between Maple and Coconut

Between Maple and Coconut

In Canada’s stillness of falling snow,
I always hear Kerala’s monsoon flow.
When autumn winds make maple leaves fly,
My heart drifts to shores where tall palms lie.

The scent of cardamom, pepper’s heat,
Warms my soul in winter’s sheet.
Here, the lake holds the moon in cold embrace,
There, backwaters sing in the fisherman’s pace.

In mother’s clay pot, tamarind curry steams,
Filling my heart with love’s first dreams.
Between two worlds, my heart weaves a seam,
A bridge of love that will never leave.

GR kaviyoor 
10 08 2025
Canada, Toronto 

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