Painted eggs, chocolate rabbits
Hot-cross buns and treasure hunts
Festivities galore over a heavenly spread
When one man’s rise from death
From inside an egg-like grotto of rock
Unified Madonna and a prostitute
A generous rich man with a stealthy Pharisee
Just like that same mortal nailed to the cross
Unifies good and bad, light and darkness
When the Easter hare is just Santa Clause
Carrying a sack full of eggs
To remind us all – that we are susceptible
To fall, to the gravity of sin
After all we are all Humpty-Dumptys
No King’s horses or any number of King’s men can fix
Except for a healthy dose of mercy
Served from a nailed cross…….
Love – the divine kind – is after all
The renaissance of spring
When eggs reappear – from shatter
Painted in the many hues of blood
To hatch one edition
Of pin-winged renewal.


Published by

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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