A heart lost in transience
Lost is the conga drum
And found to the hum drum
Boredom they say is like leprosy
It eats away what is left
A bacterium that chews patience
And serenity, as fingertips
Play a tune of its own on scribble-pad desk-tops
And the foot-pedal is like
A rock star making grunge music
And in this mundane world
The heart seeks, what is unvarnished
And rugged, like the old boat
That floats on heart-waves
And drowns in flesh-desires
And in that vessel you find one piece
Of precious cargo
That can never be loaned
Only given in ribbon-strings
And polka-dot wrapping
And with that gift
Boredom bids sayonara
Perhaps even committing hara-kiri
As love blooms
Like a Sakura blossom
Ushering in spring….
Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
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.
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