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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