Climbing the hills
Is never easy for the 1000 cc
Engine of a Suzuki Swift.
And in that cold night
I climbed the ascent that is my wife,
Slowly like the Hanthana hill,
The pines caressed by the northward wind
Whispering forget-me-nots,
While I hung onto her like a gluttonous leech
Sucking every drop of passion out of her,
Until we came down like a lightning flash.
We looked out of the window of a room
In the Queens hotel, to see jaywalkers
Scampering about hustling precious time,
Like the venomous brown ants do
All around Sri Lanka.
While we let the surrounding lull
Of a thick-bricked hotel room
Blanket us, like the pine-hills
Enwrap a dainty town inside of her
Almost like an expectant mother
Wraps her unborn fetus.
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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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