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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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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