Gita Ashok Poems

When Death comes knocking,
it matters not
who you are
or what you've got;
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The shrill wake-up call of a rooster
Even before the crack of dawn.
The faint cawing of crows
To let the world know
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Late in the evening
as a cool breeze blew,
the fronds
of the coconut palms
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Armed with aptitude, ambition, ability;
being yourself all the time;
carrying calmness of mind and clarity of thought;
dressed in desire, determination, discipline and dedication;
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Where is the House Sparrow
that I used to see ten years ago?
Chirping, flitting and looking
for seeds and grain below.
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Grass is green.
We all do know that.
But sometimes it is greener
and in some places it is the greenest.
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Fireflies amidst tall trees
silently chase away darkness
on a cloudy moonless night.
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I’m a content writer striving
to be content with my content.
Based in an Asian sub-continent,
I love to read and write content.
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Etches and sketches
created on our mind’s canvas
by our infinite stream of thoughts
in deep sleep and in waking hours.
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Just one Sun
and so many sunrises.
Just one Universe
and so many nations.
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