Gita Ashok Poems
- Candyfloss Whenever we go to an amusement park or fair, ...
- An Ode To Dna Even though you’re minuscule, we call you a ...
- Your Inner Voice Amidst all clamour stay calm, stay ...
- As The School Bell Rings Tis sharp two in the ...
- Across The Sahara Miles and miles of sand with no horizon in...
- An Ice Cube Unassuming, humble and colorless, with perfect ...
- I Am Time I crawl, I creep, I walk, I run. Like an ...
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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! ...