Gita Ashok


Gita Ashok Poems

1. I Am Escherichia Coli 3/26/2010
2. Pollution Ills 3/27/2010
3. Time 6/1/2010
4. Life's Innumerable Blessings 6/1/2010
5. The Internet 6/3/2010
6. Let Your Word Be Your Wand 6/4/2010
7. The Pickle 6/4/2010
8. Time Versus Man 6/6/2010
9. The Caesalpinia Tree 6/9/2010
10. Monsoon Is Here Again 6/9/2010
11. Savour The Fruit Of The Season 6/11/2010
12. Then And Now 6/15/2010
13. So Many... 6/24/2010
14. Living In An E-Age 6/29/2010
15. Leaves 6/29/2010
16. Myriad Moods Of The Human Mind 7/9/2010
17. Hope And Faith 7/13/2010
18. Once Upon A Time... 7/29/2010
19. Confessions Of A Blogaholic 7/30/2010
20. Our Little Orange Sapling 8/3/2010
21. My First Haiku 8/4/2010
22. Frog And Tortoise: A Haiku 8/4/2010
23. Twilight 9/28/2010
24. Wayanad - Truly A Paradise 4/6/2011
25. Ladakh – A Heaven On Earth 6/22/2010
26. Path To Success 6/9/2010
27. Music – The Elixir Of Life 6/11/2010
28. Things Will Never Be The Same Again 6/10/2010
29. Poetry Is Everywhere 6/9/2010
30. Sprout 7/27/2010
31. Show-And-Tell 6/28/2010
32. Flicker Of Hope 7/27/2010
33. Every Right To Complain 6/15/2010
34. We Are All Co-Travellers In The Same Train 6/23/2010
35. Drunk Driving 6/24/2010
36. This One Shall Pass Too 6/9/2010
37. Sunset 5/25/2010
38. Life As I See It In A Park 5/18/2010
39. Living And Dying 5/20/2010
40. The Journey Of Life 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Gita Ashok

Candyfloss

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! ...

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I Am Escherichia Coli

This poem is about a microorganism - a normally harmless bacterium that resides in the intestinal tract of all human beings. It is called Escherichia coli. For a number of reasons, it is widely used in research, especially in genetic engineering. The poem attempts to portray some of the traits of this bacterium. It can best be appreciated by microbiologists and biochemists.

That I am a normal bacterium in your intestinal tract
Is a well-known and proven fact.
Under the microscope, you’ll fi

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