My horoscope predicted
for the access of a heavyweight,
to support me lifelong,
on this day of January,2012.
Keeping the door open,
I was awaiting.
A masseuse rang to me
and called me to avail the offer of half-rate
on the eve of Tamil New Year.
I switched off my phone
and began to doze.
A huckster knocked on the door
and spoke humbug for selling cheaper goods.
At sunset, a stout buffalo made advances
towards the gate for water.
Predictions to me this day have become true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem