Kavithé Collective


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. Dilantha blogs at – -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.

Girl Child

There are cries of pleasure, And there are cries of agony and despair. Sometimes there are decrees, Like the coming of age, of the girl child, Where fate lines up encounters, Of the choice-less, merciless, kind, When the prototypical budding life,... Continue Reading →


Siva was a young man of 30 years. He was dark, tanned by the Northern sun A fisherman, who went pastMannar Island every third day. He had a god above him, Two hulls of a catamaran on either side, A... Continue Reading →

Turn Turn Turn

We turn the tide. We turn bad times to good We turn around to a clement angle A favorable crossroad. And yet there are no turns To the refugee that can only turn around To see Aleppo in flames. Turn,... Continue Reading →

Exit Wounds (Soldier and the Tamil Girl)

A proud soldier of the state inside a bunker A canvas about to be painted In shrapnel wounds, blood strokes, Dappled red, turning white to a paler shade. He was telling a story inside the bunker, How the beautiful Tamil... Continue Reading →

Little Jesus

  It seems this Christmas It has snowed in the Sahara After 37 long years, while in Melbourne The temperature rises to near 40. And over in the Arctic, Santa and his little helpers Are waiting to deliver beautifully wrapped... Continue Reading →


We walk. Trail they say, is a little Path towards healing. Still, walking on Nike Shoes does not make the shadows smaller Or the shade a little less. Victory is only gnawing A rope that slowly starts to shorten with... Continue Reading →

The Vatican of Darwin

The island that withdrew from the continent Where evolution happened, a Darwin chisel Chiseling DNA strands, like they were wood carvings. And that island is where you see wild boar Making noises in the dark and wild geese playing the... Continue Reading →

The Obituary of Latha (The Elephant)

Latha was found next to a railway track Trunk butchered by a deep gash And the disfigured face in a pool of gushed blood And the carcass rotting ever so slow Making little boys and girls cry And a mile... Continue Reading →

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