The Gift


It was a gift
Given on his 14th birthday
It was an era when the tongue
Got used to curving in and out
Making the tide as white as table-salt
Still he was scared to use the blade of a sword
Kaduwa in his native tongue –
Petrified of being another castaway
In the cruel poetic seas
But one day, seemingly at crossroads
He unwrapped the gift – 18 years after
As the ribbon and wrapping paper
Blew like the wind to the ridges
Of his thorny fingers
As his fingerprints casually walked on
On sandpaper shores

While cider waves crashed in
As effervescent and blue
As fermenting ink….


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.

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