Mere Acche Din, Kaba Aayengei, Astrologer Saheb? When Will My Good Days Come, Mr.Astrologer? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Mere Acche Din, Kaba Aayengei, Astrologer Saheb? When Will My Good Days Come, Mr.Astrologer?
When I asked the astrologer
Clothed in saffron
And looking weird-weird,
In gem-stones, rings, rudraksha,
Kept he mum,
Said it not
Just mumbled and fumbled he,
Would come,
Come shortly.
But if your fate is doomed,
How would it,
Would it the good days,
Acche dina,
Mere acche dina?
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