Fortune Tellers Poem by Ashwath Islampure

They come when
your legs
start oozing in your thoughts-
in reality they are entering
the silt on the lake
banks of a health resort at dusk;

Your Saturn is revolving awesome
than your Venus, they say when you neglect,
listen to your spouse, you get enraged
and ask(but couldn't) : have you
listened to your wife, at least once?
to fix forever the wavering nonsense,

we intend to move forward,
they are still following
I wonder, who made them a
fortune teller, who was the counsellor?

a fanatic-a brainwasher-a youth spoiler?
whose existence and destiny
was never told by any planet.
who never discovered himself,
ever told any one to do so