Mushrooming Love Poem by lalitha iyer

At the first sight of moisture
before we could sight the texture
appears alongwith friends
little umbrellas of lovely whiteness

they speak up for themselves
silently they steal your hearts
watch them grown overnight
when we slept with two blankets
they came out of wet chambers

tender tops
slender stalks
tidily standing
amidst garbage
they are woven with poetry
they look so smooth pottery

Just for a dropp of rain
like messengers of hope
sprouting without anybody seeding
smiling self relying on spontaneous nature

Touch them not
they are very soft
tamper them not
let them grow
angels of innocence
from dark corridors
with little love
they are lamps of nature
housing hope and future.

When everything is dying
when the old bark is drying
from a nook with some soak
out comes the lovely legends
fuelling faith in life
like the Phoenix
from the buried dampness
where nobody attempt in madness
buds the Mushroom loves
just from a little moisture
just hoping to live a day or two....