Fate

Cry-baby

Sometimes there are blooms
In the unplanned – like the unplanned tear
That speaks for the conscience
In the tongue of empathy
Or an unplanned pregnancy
Which breaks open a stubborn shell
– Walls erected by the fear of parenthood –
Or an unplanned rendez-vous
Of an old flame – perhaps still secretly ablaze
After all unplanned is the
Mission statement of fate
That sculpts those rare events
Crashing against your very existence
For you’re only as alive
As the many collisions, inside or out
Where man finds his own design of fatum
As an accident of odds.

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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. wordpress.com/

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