Fortune Teller Poem by Palitha Ranatunge
Fortune Teller
When I was wandering alone
With the old sun
Who peeps over the
Deserted dead end
of the long foot path
I met a man with a
Wrinkled face-a fortune teller
Insisting me on
Telling my fortune
For just a penny
I said nay and asked him
Not to be dismal
Do tell me what fortune
I am to be entitled
Except expecting
An endless but sound sleep
In one final morning
After a one cold night.
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