Conscience

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There are ombudsmen such
As God, who look at all the works

Carried against you and gives
You a lone hand to be the power of one,

In a world that schemes against the good
In traffic that is congested and deeper than face value

And Judas, is not just that cheek,
The cold kiss, the betrayal

It is also, a reminder that nothing is durable
Not even the bond shared in blood

Or cot space or in that gutter, we call hell.
And we learn that in the grand scheme of things,

No man is innocent, no man is free,
Of treason, to that sovereignty,

Of an island in the middle of nowhere
Where solitude is the only way of life,

And tsunamis and even the low tides,
Are erosive forces.

Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. View all posts by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)