A Fortune Teller’s Felicty Poem by nusrat jahan

He was standing in front of the prison gate,
four gigantic monsters like mortals accompanied him.
Whether there were cheers or furious voices behind,
he can’t seem to remember. As presumptuous as he was,
surely he could smell something untoward-
was about to happen on that particular date!

Behind the rough rails of the rack,
he sat with his head facing the ground; buried in between his knees.
‘Jaggery’! That’s the word rolled in his head,
I wish I could pop some of that thing in my mouth!
his thoughts came to a halt as he inhaled the dampness of that dark dungeon,
ergo the crude accuracy of his calculation immediately brought him back.

He felt the wintry winter’s chill colliding with him,
albeit the sound of silver bells couldn’t shaft through the sleepy doors
of the slammer. He dreamt of the time when he kissed her under the mistletoe,
and so in his heart he knew that Christmas was playing around the corner.
His mind drifted off to the ally of transitions his short life had gone through,
and that, for a while, made him to forget his present grim.

‘Did I not make amends with life? ’
‘Hadn’t I sorted out things already? ’ – he kept asking repeatedly.

The day was nearing its end,
he heard loud sounds of banging doors and saw vague figures
appearing at the other end of the bar. All things seemed clear!
He can see his small kibbutz, can feel the warmth of soft little hands,
feel the beat of running between the meadows while chasing buzzing bees.
And he knew god had taken care of everything long before he could forefend.