There is the somber, and the outright dark.
We can’t hide from the inevitable,
Death, strikes us like a gong,
We are only armed to handle the delicate.
As you remind yourself, epiphanies are never always good.
We send SOSs from our dungeons
Searching for a rope ladder.
You too have stumbled on to sorrow
Like that wandering goat who found coffee beans.
A cup of coffee is not always jet black
There is even cappuccino with swirls
Of whip cream on top. Tristesse makes you
Dig deeper to find courage, and courage as we all know
Is something innate, that becomes
Your saving grace. Your canopy
Doesn’t save you from the pummeling downpour,
Still rain, waters your roots. Branches
Like lances grow from a central bough.
And you finally learn, just like sorrow and courage,
Hope too, is a freelance gig.
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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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