Cotton they say
Is cellulose that holds-together fabric
It too is the line and the thread
That holds the monsoon flutter of a sky-perched kite
And cotton are the bundles of fiber
That fissures out of a pod
Just like happiness bursting through muslin lips
Enlightening henna-painted irises
Bridging dream and dream runner
It is after all the purgatory
Lying between heaven and earth
Breaking the boy and making the man
One broken thread at a time.


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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