Dilantha Gunawardana


Mustang - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

The juggernaut of destiny
A mustang
Galloping past
Ghosts-like trees
With protracted branches
Standing idle
Like scarecrows on paddy fields
Wooden edifices
Molting their rustling desire
To embrace
The autumn pastels
When all that was needed was a lasso
Entwined from
Gangly vines of deed
Spiraling up the bough of life
To blend with the torrents of kismet
For man is the master
Of his own destiny


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem on destiny

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  • Gold Star - 36,563 Points Gajanan Mishra (2/22/2013 8:45:00 AM)

    True, man is the master of his own destiny. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2013


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