Canada, My Home Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Canada, my home
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
A bastardized version of the true
Canadian who is considered blue
But is a tad less
Is the Indo-Canadian;

The Indo-Canadian believes in smelly curry
And never does indulge his or her palate
With orphaned dishes which are appetizers or entrees
Without herbs or spices or veggies;

Desserts are not a la carte Francais
And this opinion, my Indian-Canadian son also has
Despite his love for all kinds of food
And adoration for all types of cultures;

However, for all Indo-Canadians out there
I would also like to say that we are also like highborn Canadians
In whose hearts, Canada, inspite of its long winters,
Has stolen a place of belonging and love.