The Club of Selaginella

The Club of Selaginella



In my beautiful village

There is an old Irrigation canal

Its bricks and slabs are broken

It has a shallow stream

Deposited slit and clay are seen.

Here and there, thrown

Away plastics, broken whisky bottles

Hidden in weeds and moss

Among them amazing lush

Glittering like pure gold

Woo!  Eddy layers of selaginella

The rich Club of Selaginella.



Dancing in wind and flow

When I touched front strobili

Chirping sounds of crickets,

Croaking chorus of frogs,

Buzzing bees in crevices

Slow-motion of snails

Jumping little spiders

All made the alert form

I spread my hands softly and

Felt the warmth in the club.