There are places
That protect the heart, even the mind
From stark realities of impoverished life.
When the heart broken and the demented
Choose to find a place of idleness and composure
To rest and reclaim the life one used to know.
And sometimes we stay years inside the places
We inevitably call asylums, to outgrow our entrapments
– What holds us back, even imprison us –
And those sanctuaries called asylums
Are where wounded birds come to rest
To regrow wings.


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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