Flying Angels Poem by Indika Thushara Gamage

without blooming, flowers
the breath was stuck in the mouth itself
the sun also sheds tears
the rain clouds had disappeared
does iron catch fire like this

the moon of repentance sank into the abyss of sorrow
when the mourning fades, the Siamese birds fall unconscious
the dragons waved from the horizon
the trees began to tremble
when the wind blows madly
the fire spread from the ‘ entrance'
even if they stumble
and fall in the middle of the grey smoke
holding hands, the angels took the orchid buds to heaven
where had the sky hidden that thundered on other days?

is this fire of ignorance
is this fire of science
whose hands were the spark
A crescent was impaled on a sword
I feel the fragrance of not blossomed flowers
when angels burning
all religions kneel