MUSHROOMS Poem by P.P. Ramachandran

MUSHROOMS



Ant lions
Turning ears to the dead ones
Relayed the news of the day:
The number of martyrs has risen
To six.

An uproarious laughter
That resounded beneath the earth
Like lightning
Erupted in mushrooms.

A calf grazing in the yard
Smelt one of them;

but, being herbivorous,
Left them alone.

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