Brown Skin


Every Indian girl’s dream,
As in those tapestries of white lace,
You have little skin-rungs, 
That help you escape from a brown fortress,
A caste of little people, who
Are taught that tan is just a curse at best,
An immortal dungeon of birth.
But then, just take a look, at the dark skin of Kali,
Embrace a near-Godiva stitch
Almost like Shryln Chopra’s stint,
In molten brown sugar,
Showing that brown – just like pure white –
Can turn tapestries of eye-candy
Into sultry caramel.


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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