Valentine’s Day


A day of love, roses enclosed in little bouquets
Or greens, or on their own, in red and yellow,
Thorn-less for the grip of a lover.
A smooth surface to hold, preludes to confluences;
And lovers, needing to be little passengers
Of a celebration, making scarlet moments
Sink deep into memory bed.

Yet, Valentine’s day is a dirty little secret
Of how lovers, are given a nagging feeling
That on one day of the year
Life is outpoured, lavished in everything
Money can buy, to celebrate
What money can never deposit
In the trenches of the soul.


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.

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