Gita Ashok Poems

Whenever we go
to an amusement park or fair,
I’m eagerly on the lookout
for the candyfloss sold there.
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Amidst all clamour
stay calm, stay quiet.
Only then will you hear
your inner voice.
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Miles and miles of sand
with no horizon in view,
the caravan moves on -
in search of an oasis.
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Even though you’re minuscule,
we call you a macromolecule.
The brainchild of Watson and Crick,
you make our biological clocks tick.
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Tis sharp two
in the afternoon.
The school bell rings
as the day is done.
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Unassuming, humble and colorless,
with perfect corners and smooth edges,
transparent and with glistening faces,
an ice cube welcomes light rays gleefully.
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I crawl, I creep,
I walk, I run.
Like an undulating river I rest not
and wait for none.
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Filling in the blanks;
choosing the right alternative;
deciding whether true or false;
defining and justifying;
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Gone are the days when poetry had many rules.
Today it’s a serious hobby indulged by many fools.
No matter what month, day, date or time
no matter whether there’s form, rhythm or rhyme,
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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.


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