Smoke Wings Poem by Raman Mundair

Smoke Wings



In your dreams you had wings,
butterfly wings, wet whispers
emerging from a cocoon.
In your nightmares you fell,
wings aflame like the painting
you saw made in memory

of Hiroshima. In my life, you
blazed. The smoke of your wings
brought water to my eyes.

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Raman Mundair

Raman Mundair

Ludhiana, Punjab / India
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