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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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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