Through the Maple Grove

Through the Maple Grove

As I wandered gently
through the maple grove,
a sudden sweetness flowed—
as if beneath the shade
of a banyan tree at home.

Beyond the borders of language,
India’s tender love,
her majestic unity,
with bowed heads and silent hearts,
they shared their souls.

I too forgot my surroundings,
the ‘I’ within me dissolved,
my heart was shaken—
this is not my homeland,
this is Canada.

Leaving behind my little self,
on a journey to the greater glory,
I fold my hands
before Mother India.

GR kaviyoor 
19 08 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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