Hopeless in America

Barrack

It must be terrible to be of no hope!

They say the radical fruit
Grows from the deepest roots
Sour as a yellow-lemon to the beholder
Yet sweet inside, like a ripe melon
Which grew inside breasts

And it is said with time, the radical stance
Will find itself shrinking exponentially
Until dwindled to a pus or yeast cell
That has no fraternity or feel-goodness
Lonely as a star awaiting a supernova

And when a gun finds its way
To a heart alienated and frozen inside to the out
Icicles will flow from command-central to the trigger finger
And the gun will quake seemingly
Like a self-destructing star and there will be
A cataclysm of hope until his own body
Will shatter to pieces

And in that final evanescence
He will be insensate – knowing the radical fruit will now
Burst her seeds on news channels
Germinating a new seedling
On hopeless soil….

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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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