No one can blow the flame
In your eyes, nor can they fish the dream
Out of your heart.
A dream is a yellow dwarf
Around which many small objects revolve
A solar system of its own
And your spirit is a leaf
That photosynthesizes on the sun
Funneling quanta and streaming
Energy from the source of the heart
To the fingertip sinks.
And one day, we will hold the impossible in our palms,
Knowing then, the tangibility of a dream is only proportional
To the mallets in our palms
That transform to indomitable sledgehammers
On fate’s resilient walls.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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