A Life Mission

A Mushroom
has no room
for thoughts

it has got
only moments to sort
no hours for thought
just split secon to rot

in the ageless life
when eternity speaks of strife
butterfly spents but a day
mushroom some watery way

some men are mushrooms
they have messages groomed
but live in hived rooms
in silence they come
and unwreathed they go

some like butterfly
flash across many hearts
with colours vibrant and spots
it flew into my garden
smelling with blossooms of Spring
and fluttered into my passions
caressing here, caressing there
the poets say............................

poem by Lalitha Iyer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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