On my front yard
Is a mango tree, which becomes
Like a constellation at night
No stars here though, just nature’s bulbs
And a mango, you learn
Has a big seed and forms a near
Kidney shaped fruit. Pealing a mango is like
Pealing passion off a woman
You have succulence dripping against
Your mouth and taste inculcating
On your tender tongue.
And the ripened yellow pulp
Cruises you through flavor
Until the last bite ends and you
Feel the mouth yearning for more.
A divine truth comes to you;
– When you have the mango sutra
Who needs sex ?
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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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