Tucked merrily to
the huge Maulshree* trunk,
the carefree mushroom,
drawing sustenance from the tree,
Not for a single moment
does it consider itself
a mere free rider,
during the monsoon.
Nor does it feel small in any way.
You know why? Because it sees itself
as a part of the whole…tree.
‘If a Lily of a day,
can be (is) fairer far in May,’**
why can’t I be…in the Monsoon?’
It asserts proudly, and truly so!
And lo behold, the proud mushroom,
in high spirits,
even matches the colour,
pattern and texture
of the tree trunk ditto.
Amazing, isn’t it?
They look so identical,
Nature’s craftsmanship is splendidly
**Ref. Ben Jonson’s poem ‘It Is Not Growing Like A Tree’