Gita Ashok


Gita Ashok Poems

1. I Am Escherichia Coli 3/26/2010
2. Pollution Ills 3/27/2010
3. Examination 3/30/2010
4. The Journey Of Life 3/30/2010
5. Life Is Beautiful 3/31/2010
6. The Garden Of Life 4/1/2010
7. The Rain 5/11/2010
8. Life As I See It In A Park 5/18/2010
9. Living And Dying 5/20/2010
10. Sunset 5/25/2010
11. Time 6/1/2010
12. Chocolate In The Rain 6/1/2010
13. Life's Innumerable Blessings 6/1/2010
14. The Internet 6/3/2010
15. Let Your Word Be Your Wand 6/4/2010
16. The Pickle 6/4/2010
17. Time Versus Man 6/6/2010
18. She 6/7/2010
19. The Caesalpinia Tree 6/9/2010
20. This One Shall Pass Too 6/9/2010
21. Monsoon Is Here Again 6/9/2010
22. Savour The Fruit Of The Season 6/11/2010
23. Then And Now 6/15/2010
24. Every Right To Complain 6/15/2010
25. Just One Sun And So Many Sunrises 6/15/2010
26. A Snowy Scene 6/16/2010
27. Content Writer 6/21/2010
28. Etches And Sketches 6/21/2010
29. Come Back With A Smile! 6/22/2010
30. We Are All Co-Travellers In The Same Train 6/23/2010
31. So Many... 6/24/2010
32. Drunk Driving 6/24/2010
33. Cell 6/27/2010
34. Living In An E-Age 6/29/2010
35. Leaves 6/29/2010
36. Myriad Moods Of The Human Mind 7/9/2010
37. Fireflies 7/13/2010
38. Hope And Faith 7/13/2010
39. Flicker Of Hope 7/27/2010
40. Once Upon A Time... 7/29/2010
Best Poem of Gita Ashok

Across The Sahara

Miles and miles of sand
with no horizon in view,
the caravan moves on -
in search of an oasis.

The heat is treacherous,
the sand is scorching,
the camels are tired
and so are the herdsmen.

The journey is long,
the day will almost be gone
and darkness will reign again
until another day dawns.

The desert’s dreadful distances,
the weather’s vicious whims and
the camels’ callous restlessness
all add to the herdsmen’s hardship.

Roadless tracks
of sand and rocks
where tall, wild cactuses abound
with many stretching sand ...

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Pollution Ills

This poem draws its inspiration from William Wordsworth's evergreen poem 'Daffodils'. Needless to say, it comes nowhere close to the original one.

I sauntered alone in the concrete jungle
That has just replaced a lush green field;
When all of a sudden, I saw a scene —
An ocean of motor cars on the street.
Beside the malls, beneath the billboards
Honking and hooting endlessly.

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