Padma

Adam Munawar Rahman

Once every couple nights
I witness fairies dance
Dusting dreams of lotus leaves
and monsoon moons of past

I never thought to offer them
tobacco nuts a few
They punish me with memories
of home I never knew

Village prayers, goats which scurry
off in bordered lands
They wash away with present tides
like footprints in the sand

Once every couple nights
these nymphs let me atone
They see me grieve my grandma’s grave
this angel stone, alone.

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Adam Munawar Rahman
Adam Munawar Rahman weaves code, calligraphy, and verse from Queens, NY. A Bengali immigrant and Wesleyan graduate, he transforms chaotic memories into poetry that pulses with rhythm and myth. His work fuses the digital and handwritten, the ancestral and immediate.