We are people of hope.
The crows, although scavengers
Are monogamous, and wiser
Than any avian counterpart.
I wonder are crows, sapiosexuals?
We search for the highest point,
Only to fall. Acme is both
A pinnacle and an agent
Of Murphy’s law; what wily coyote
Knows best. We are illogicians
In the soap operas of life.
And in that instinct to love,
We hold our hearts on a sleeve,
The bread we try valiantly
To turn to Manna,
While falling and rising,
In cycles of crumbing
And leavening.
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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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