The beauty of a stupa
Is not in the white coats of paint
Or the flawless curvature or the majestic apex,
It is found when pilgrims form queues
Carrying blooming lotus flowers
A flower of detachment that adorns a little shrine
In front of a Buddha statue
And tranquilizers the anxious mind
From the grip of the contemporary
The stupa and the lotus flower
Are solitary creatures in a profound meditation
Of isolation and in every incarnation
You search for the meaning of impermanence.
An interval of time that we cannot erase
Seeking a subjective place we call identity
To identify the being inside
Who radiates singularity within a vast plurality
Of a wise species – Home sapiens
And mankind is made of clones
Trying valiantly to be at peace
With the totality of self, where stationed
Is a secluded vitality, dripping life
To an open bucket of time
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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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