Paris

It was Friday night in Paris
‘t was not the same city as before
After the brutal massacre of innocence
The Moulin rouge – and her crisscross arms
Were in a total blackout
With no can-can dancers
To tap their high heels on the stage floor
A few kilometer away the Notre Dame stood
Echoing the prayers of the faithful
Beneath domes of French-Gothic elegance
And by the side of these mourning monuments
One could catch on the waters of the Seine
A glimpse of a rippling reflection
Of a croissant-shaped moon
Sweetening an otherwise dark and bitter night
With a dough-full of light
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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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