Morning from Mirabella
Morning from Mirabella
From the twelfth-floor balcony I gaze,
Mirabella rising, forty-three floors in blaze.
Below, the city hums, a river of steel,
Trains on tracks opposite, life on the wheel.
Towers of thirty-two stories stand tall,
Windows glinting, while some dream through it all.
High Park Lake mirrors the morning light,
Blue sky stretches, soft and bright.
A maple tree waits for winter’s sigh,
To shed her leaves as months drift by.
I remember home, Kerala’s warm embrace,
Coconut palms swaying, calling in grace.
Thiruvonam whispers in the gentle breeze,
Memories flutter like leaves in the trees.
Here, the world stirs, yet my heart roams,
Between city heights and childhood homes
GR kaviyoor
29 08 2025
(Canada, Toronto)
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