When a flutist such as Pied Piper
Plays a woodwind instrument
Rodents and children would queue and march
To his irresistible melodies
Just like the contemporary climate of lip-hurled hatred
Where some hear the euphonious beauty
Of a flutist in embouchure
Like in Beethoven’s Fidelio – her third overture ‘Leonora’.

On boulevards of Levant – a modern day Hamelin
There are creatures who line up inside souks
For a damascene conversion
After all isn’t terrorism the modern bubonic plague
And terror, like the skin that turns sable
With an infection of Yersinia pestis
An abysmal black death.



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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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