Gita Ashok Poems

The shrill wake-up call of a rooster
Even before the crack of dawn.
The faint cawing of crows
To let the world know
...

Late in the evening
as a cool breeze blew,
the fronds
of the coconut palms
...

Grass is green.
We all do know that.
But sometimes it is greener
and in some places it is the greenest.
...

Where is the House Sparrow
that I used to see ten years ago?
Chirping, flitting and looking
for seeds and grain below.
...

Fireflies amidst tall trees
silently chase away darkness
on a cloudy moonless night.
...

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.
...

Etches and sketches
created on our mind’s canvas
by our infinite stream of thoughts
in deep sleep and in waking hours.
...

Just one Sun
and so many sunrises.
Just one Universe
and so many nations.
...

Dark clouds
loom in the sky;
now the sound of thunder -
breaks the stillness of the evening air.
...

Drops of liquid gold
fall gently on the arid earth
bringing forth promises
of giving solace to
...