History Or Memory Poem by Rahman Henry

History Or Memory



Blue sky

Fearless white pigeons
Were flying

At the moment of Falling to the ground
Dreaming repeatedly
This one and only dream
Crossing your bleeding wounds
A formless pigeon
Flew away
Amid The black sky

Pierced with a bullet

The red geyser

Monday, January 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sky,wounds
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Rahman Henry

Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.
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