On Kabul’s Streets


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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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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