The storyline from,
The tip of the Deccan breast,
The trickle of Adam’s bridge,
The infant’s Jaffna lips suckling
His mother’s milk.
And below,
You find a child curving
Out the contours, the slopes
And curvatures,
Covered by salt diapers,
Evolving day-by-day,
To be a grown up boy
Who will one day,
Wear the Silk Road around him
To be a rightful prince
Who will transcend his heritage
To carve a little place for himself
As the boy who grew up
To tame the lion’s heart
And embrace the cartography
Of sustained serendipity
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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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