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The greatest danger the world,
Has on saturation point,

Is not to touch upon the
Gift of all gifts, the democracy

Of our hearts to unite in palm, extend an olive leaf,
To address what makes our circumstances

Different. The darkest midnight,
Is not to, put into practice, the greatest

Virtue we have in our midst,
To veto the resistance of our own

Diabolical nature, to welcome,
That what makes us different, is not just

The mosaics of our genes,
And the abstraction of our color,

And personalities. We are never
Birds of a feather, only our songs,

Separate us. What makes us
Soft, is what gives us a bounty in gold,

Midas, is really about the human touch,
To transcend, our anemic selves,

Searching for another’s light.
Love is an onus, what mules

Carry in secret, trying to look,
As if they just don’t care.

The greatest hitch in our hearts,
Is that however much we try,

There’s a conscience bursting out
Like leavening bread in an oven.

We are, men, who, upon their hearts rest,
The greatest paradox of them all,

No man is too strong, as if, not to care.
The “bear” in us is not about,

The family Ursidae, or the fur coat,
Only the “bear”, the “carry” in our hearts.

How we look at the Ursa Major,
The great bear, knowing that we too

Have a big dipper. Our palms,
Our own spoons, our dippers, that reach out.

To bear, is our way of reminding ourselves,
That upon our hearts is a duty,

To leave behind our strength, our muscle
To do unto another, when cometh

The hour, when kindness, is not about
Showmanship, or making ripples, only

Courage, of opening one’s hardened fist, to
Know your fingers, and who they touch.

Touch, humanizes the palm, to show
That being mortal, is not just about

Our vice-prone nature, it’s also the mercury, in us,
What flows and ebbs, blitzing one minute,

Downing the next. Mortality, is not just,
Sinking, to our own kryptonites,

It is just as much, how we rise,
While living, by our capes.


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 – -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.

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