I’ve had a love hate relationship
With pumpkin. I love pumpkin curry
But detest pumpkin soup.
My mom, of late, fries pumpkin seeds
With a pinch of salt,
And the first taste of fan-fried pumpkin seeds
On your tongue is truly divine,
A mouthwatering heaven.
As you ask yourself, how could
I have been oblivious of this for so long.
That is when I realized that every epiphany
I’ve had in my life is like a Cinderella story
It’s that moment when the glass slipper
Starts to fit perfectly, Cinderella’s foot.
Like pumpkin seeds on my tongue
Or the first taste of love.
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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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