Happiness, is a recipe, they say
With ingredients. I chop a carrot and make some
Carrot juice, after a gym workout.
I had made the muscles of my legs
Happy and now it was time
To make my eyes, the rods and the cones,
Sighted through the myopic lens.
Everything I do, is to let the crows
Fly out from my wasted heart.
I finally clean the waste inside,
And hold a sign saying “Not in My Back Yard”
And still, the crows are perching on braches,
Their feathers as black as midnight.
Melancholy, is just the heart’s
Way of knowing, we can live large,
In spite of the crows that linger like a bad
Bout of influenza, and just like
When infected with a stubborn virus,
We call the common cold, only the body really knows
How fast it can rally the troupes,
To the front line of immunity.
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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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