Silver Time
Silver Time
With silver hair,
I sit on a chair
in the quiet of a Toronto mall.
Behind me,
a shop named
Silver-colored Time (Silver Time).
The clocks there seem to say—
time moves on,
but memories stay.
On my mobile screen,
faces from my distant homeland
call me
without a sound.
Outside, snow is falling.
Inside, the warmth
of evenings back home
gently touches my heart.
This is a foreign land,
yet
my heart
still belongs to home.
GR kaviyoor
19 01 2026
( Canada, Toronto)

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