Palmist Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Come for a little sum
I’ll read you your palm
Lend me your hand
I’ll read the rivers of fate
Tell you where you stand
What’s the future’s state!
Know from me life’s each twist and bend
Like your chance of going farther with her
How things will turn out in the end
They’re all designed by your star.
Grab this one, this golden chance
I’ll tell you what you’re dying to know
Marriage, children, fortune, finance
Know them all from me blow by blow.
The engraved strands on your palm
Hold hidden the troubles of your life
To which I offer remedial balm
For children gone astray, unfaithful wife!
I can read your lifespan and Saturn’s effect
Jupiter’s blessings and planets’ impact
Misfortunes on your way I can deflect
To make your future absolutely intact!