A diner where I ordered breakfast,
Looking at all the faces,
Truckers to yuppies,
And here the egg doesn’t ask,
Whether you wear a tie or overalls,
Only what your likes are, in food.
And you become humanized
All of a sudden,
How every kite in the skyline,
Has the same skin, paper.
And all they are, are colored papers,
Almost like our skin colors,
White, brown, olive, black and so forth,
People who look at a menu card,
And unify to a bulls-eye, sunny side up,
And below, on the underside,
Of the egg, you get the grease,
Stocks of cholesterol,
Just like how our worst qualities,
Are hidden beneath our façades,
Sunny-side up is a salesman,
Just like a bulls-eye, selling a smiley face,
Happiness, skin-deep.
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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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