Leave me in my dream land, <br />Where I can swim in the ice cream ponds, <br />The vanilla is the sweetest of all, <br />The smell of chocolate keeps me in spell. <br /> <br />The nuts are there cracked and roasted, <br />Hazel, almond and cashew are the few, <br />The grapes are preserved to be the raisins, <br />All these settle on the emulsified milk and sugar. <br /> <br />Let me dive in the ice cream pond, <br />Where I can smell the fruits of the orient, <br />The durians, mangoes, bananas and lychees, <br />Pleasantly melt when mixed with pistachios. <br /> <br />Let me take the stick ice cream made of water, <br />Mixed with sugar and color that is sold in our streets, <br />When ice cream men ring the bell and wing at the girls, <br />We have milk, pulse, and cut and fried ice creams in our stalls. <br /> <br />Let us gently paddle in the Magnolia boat, <br />After the dip in the huge Magnum pot, <br />Home reared kind cows and clever buffaloes, <br />Fill our dream ice cream pond with milk and butter.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ice-cream-23/
