Islander

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We are islanders, under the scorching sun
Making a little living we call life

Fisherman who sow nets with their steel wrists
And pluck the harvests of the sea

Wrath are the merciless waves that bludgeon
And fight is the quaking heart bulldozing the monsters of brine.

We are all fisherman in life, we fish for the krill
And the tuna. The small and the large. Rupees and heart carats.

We are defined by our catch. Islanders
That have pleural cavities imbued with love

Of the 1st degree, lover, soul mate, accomplice
Sharing a meal of rice, dhal, sambal and some fish

Love is as fludish as the waves that come crashing
And the catamarans are our hearts moistened

By the love of many degrees, kith and kin.
The islander has no power over the storm

Yet possesses the will to steer to the eye. And the muscle
Of our forearms determine who we are…..

Warriors of the sea who will never crumble or wither
To forces of fate – the sun, storms and Poseidon.

And every man is an island. Love is our archipelago.

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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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