Dilantha Gunawardana

An Old-Fashioned Man - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

A niggling whisper
From amidst a crowd
Brushing against a thicket of follicles
Sending a shudder
Down the spine of man
A whisper that shatters against
The hide of attentive eardrums
Melting the conscience
Infecting the deepest abysses
Of the heart and mind alike
As implores a voice from the minority
For man to listen to one's stagnant dreams
Deeply-rooted to the soil of culture
Amidst raging winds of change
As an old fashioned man
Demands justice in the arena of life
Carrying in his ostracized palms
An Olympian torch blazing a bonanza of dreams
Hoping to ignite a heart's cauldron
With a reciprocating love
A man called Prometheus
Stranded in a labyrinth called modernism
Waiting for Ariadne's twine to orient back
To the arms of serendipity
To hold, to behold
Another life form close to his heart
To slither a key to the vault of her heart
To enflame her cauldron
To the enigma of a symbiotic love

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013

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