Raman Mundair Poems

In between the days
I am waiting
for the rain to stop,
the fruit in my kitchen ripens,
...

I begin sheepishly,
feel with fingers
attempt to roo
...

Today the children
left their desks,
and asked questions
...

In your dreams you had wings,
butterfly wings, wet whispers
emerging from a cocoon.
...

Ruptured concrete suburban skin holds
taut the poison that is paved within
feet are sweet against the sting
...