Oh how the bat lives in the dungeons,
Sees the dungeons,
The stalagmites and stalactites – the canines of a monster –
And crashes past the murky night, in all the gloom,
Hunts the fruit in the dark,
A nocturnal feeder searching for
Her freedom from a protracted sentence.
Oh how pitiful that the day-sleeper
Knows no sunshine,
Yet makes a gloomy grotto, a home
With roof above, ground beneath,
Darkness abound, and gazes
From the corner of a cave opening
To see the moon. Her dream.
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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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