Dilantha Gunawardana


Fate - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

To where all roads lead to
To which all journeys are sculpted
A place where time is of essence
Master and executioner

A voyage armed with the flame of belief
Of a humanitarian god
What is infused to man and his vessel
Where the echo of doubt lies estranged
And feeble cynicism rests alienated

A place of incalculable odds
Yet a wager of man
Like the oak standing tall
On lightning’s path

Fate, the place that lies
Beyond the fogs on the horizon
Of what is sentient
To a sacred untouched place
That rests inside man – his soul

Fate, a crossroad to the impalpable
What rests saddled to chance
Oil to the journey of life
Residue to divine genius
A perennial reminder
That the feet of man
Are tethered to the hand of god

For fate is bread to the soul
Nourishment to the dreamer within


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem on fate

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014


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