You hear Manchester in the news
That some crazed terrorist has taken throngs of lives
With a detonation device. In this bloody carnage
There are two kinds of bombs.
– The TNT kind that blows apart the ambient flesh
And the heartfelt kind that blows even from a distance –
And have you seen a heart detonate like a grenade
Bursting a reservoir of stored ammunition?
To fiery fireworks, that in time,
Become their own waterworks.
A stream on its own right, with no course
Or estuary, just a presence that floods through
What is left of that heart of yours.
The love bomb, isn’t that terror too?
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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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