When 40s roll
You dig deep into your wishing well
To look at what glows inside
The mutiny of the body equates
To the depleting chemicals and what one can think is
How to rake in the dough
While the mind is summer is a fruit salad
The autumnal mind is a perfectly layered pudding
Served on a company table
Filling deep pockets with deeper ambition
Wisdom, in such layers
Makes wealth a lot like lust was 15 years back
There are no g—spots though in the 40s
Just sweet spots of when demand is met by supply
And an invisible hand amasses columns
Of numerals at the end of a row
Just to sleep better tonight
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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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