It’s always a battle
Between the angel and the devil
Between serenity and rustle
Between Vladimir, who lingers
In a crusade of choice and Estragon
Who laments every moment
Of yearning, like a camel in a dessert
Plagued by mirages.
And waiting for Godot
Is not a torment or a prudish choice
It is the sheer exclusiveness
Of a little passage of time when at the end, solitude
Musters enough courage to break
Open a little chamber called the human heart
To pick a cherry ripened with counter-longing
And an absolute need for percussion
Godot is a sacred place
Where music is made with an articulation
Of every note and all that rests in the journey
Is not a pilgrim’s tabernacle
But a cathedral of the flesh.
When prostration is only
An anthesis to bliss.
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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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