You hear Manchester in the news
That some crazed terrorist has taken throngs of lives
With a detonation device. In this bloody carnage
There are two kinds of bombs.
– The TNT kind that blows apart the ambient flesh
And the heartfelt kind that blows even from a distance –

And have you seen a heart detonate like a grenade
Bursting a reservoir of stored ammunition?
To fiery fireworks, that in time,
Become their own waterworks.

A stream on its own right, with no course
Or estuary, just a presence that floods through
What is left of that heart of yours.

The love bomb, isn’t that terror too?


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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