Astrologer struggles
to find the life line in the palm,
A strenuous worker!
Tree murmurs,
Cut gently, gently,
My flowers may wriggle with pain!
O' Wood cutter!
I have not seen light in the womb,
And also now - I am in darkness,
I am congenitally blind!
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