Love – Defined

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We are freaks that freak out
When we are too close
Unknowing that claustrophobia
Of a little locality is what uproots
A meadow of little grass roots
And love, isn’t it a grassroots movement
Of how underground fibers hold
Together the beautiful blades
That radiate from nodes
And rise towards the morning sun

For some people
The blades are just a garden lawn
While for others, they are switchgrass
And for the rare believers, elephant grass

And for the endangered romantics
It is a grove of golden bamboo.

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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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