Gita Ashok


Candyfloss - Poem by Gita Ashok

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!
All good things must come to an end.

So I wait for another trip
to the amusement park or fair
so that I can feast my eyes and taste buds
on the candyfloss sold there.

14 July 2010
10: 30 am


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 14, 2010



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