On Kabul’s Streets

Kite

He looked at the market place
And saw juvenile visages
Running around with kites
In their palms, waiting for lift off
To cosmic galaxies of dreams
As he found himself lost to a whispering voice
– The mortal inside the demon –
As in the prelude to fireworks of hate
The waterworks of love sprang from earth
As a terrorist of fortune
Became a mercenary of self-sacrifice
Walking to a lonely part
Of town and detonating his vest
As he lost forever his own martyrdom
But became an unsung hero
To his own invisible ghost.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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