Unassuming, humble and colorless,
with perfect corners and smooth edges,
transparent and with glistening faces,
an ice cube welcomes light rays gleefully.
A perfect geometry model
with absolute stunning symmetry,
an ice cube when held,
gets deformed magically.
An ice cube is –
a miracle in a tropical desert
but a traitor on a hairpin bend.
It is perfectly at home in a freezer
but frenzied near a burning stove.
An ice cube –
a wondrous object of art,
is a savior after a painful surgery.
Leave it out in the sunshine
and see it vanish joyfully.
01 June 2010
6: 00 pm
Gita Ashok
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ice-cube/
