I play multiple fascinating roles in the drama of life - that of a daughter, sister, wife, daughter-in-law, aunt, mother, teacher, student, devotee, friend, artist, writer, reader, editor and so on and so forth.... Above all, a human being who is all the time intrigued by every tiny aspect of life on this planet. And now PoemHunter has given me a new and exciting role to play... that of a poet! ! ... more »
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Gita Ashok Poems
Whenever we go to an amusement park or fair, I’m eagerly on the lookout for the candyfloss sold there.
An Ode to DNA
Even though you’re minuscule, we call you a macromolecule. The brainchild of Watson and Crick, you make our biological clocks tick.
Across the Sahara
Miles and miles of sand with no horizon in view, the caravan moves on - in search of an oasis.
Your Inner Voice
Amidst all clamour stay calm, stay quiet. Only then will you hear your inner voice.
As the School Bell Rings
Tis sharp two in the afternoon. The school bell rings as the day is done.
This poem reflects the sentiments of a typical student in high school struggling while preparing for his final examination. When it's time for examination, my mind is filled with apprehension
A Snowy Scene
Mountain slopes clad in snow, plains and paths covered in snow, sloping roofs layered with snow, tall pine trees sprayed with snow,
An Ice Cube
Unassuming, humble and colorless, with perfect corners and smooth edges, transparent and with glistening faces, an ice cube welcomes light rays gleefully.
I am Time
I crawl, I creep, I walk, I run. Like an undulating river I rest not and wait for none.
Come Back With a Smile!
This poem is dedicated to the fond memory of my father who left this world almost twenty-two years ago. It feels like yesterday whenever I think of him. Come Back With a Smile!
Together We Will...
Together we can weed out corruption, Together we can put an end to racial discrimination. Together we can fight against terrorism. Together we can wage a war against child labour.
Filling in the blanks; choosing the right alternative; deciding whether true or false; defining and justifying;
Take Time To...
Take time to smile - even if it be for a little while.
When Death Comes Knocking
When Death comes knocking, it matters not who you are or what you've got;
Comments about Gita Ashok
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.
The light pink candyfloss –
I just can’t stop marveling
at how skillfully it’s made
to look like a pink fluffy cloud at sunset.
I’ve always been wanting
to touch a soft fluffy cloud
and candyfloss is truly
a good substitute for a cloud.
I love the blissful feel of it
in my mouth where -
it melts within moments
into sweet nothingness.
Whenever I eat candyfloss,
I hope I can freeze time and make it last –
But Alas! ...