My Poetry As Fossil-Feeling/ Mushrooms Of Poetic Thought & Idea Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Poetry As Fossil-Feeling/ Mushrooms Of Poetic Thought & Idea

The maid going with
A small and round bamboo basket
Full of white-white
Flowery mushrooms
Collected from bushes,
Mushrooms sprouting,
In bloom.

Poetry as fossil-feeling,
Fossils found,
Turned stone and residual
Bearing the brunt of time and its passage,
Remnants of thought and idea.

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