The Beggar Boy

I gazed at the poor beggar boy

As the tinder of my conscience

Blazed in to ash

As I found myself burnt 

By the oxygen of my imprint

And the phosphorus of empathy

As I blazed in to a moment

That will forever stand by me

Through hollow tunnels of time

As I left him where he lay and journeyed on in haste

Leaving behind that burning sensation

Yet I stood there a few miniutes later as the pauper

As the man who was bare inside

What no amount of rupees can appease

A man with a wallet filled with 100 rupee notes

And a heartless till filled with the clamor and echo

Of sheer emptiness

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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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