Heart is a Foreign Country


The heart is needful
The visa office seemingly
Eagle-like retinas searching for the prey
And only what is eye-stamped
And beauty-issued makes it to the next level
When in the dire corners of a seemingly deadly room
Where quarantine officers scan every minor statistic
For quasi-familiarity, the cup-size
And how many inches the coastal belt is
And one that is passed through
Is then interviewed by the customs officer
For personality, honesty and even
The currency between the breasts
And when she passes through
She is taken in to a foreign country
With a temporary entrance visa
Hoping that she will one day acquiesce
To become a citizen of one’s heartland
And that is when rice grains are thrown
And oaths are taken, when she is granted
An infinite stay, in the now
More-secure homeland.


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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