Gita Ashok Poems
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! ...
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
regarding problems on integration
and the theory of approximation.
When I'm studying reflection and refraction,
outside on the street, there's a lot of commotion: