Lady, there's a decoy on your Life Line.
(Your palm is a thrush in mine)
I cannot tell you now what it portends.
(We shall be no more than friends)
You'll learn to share your secret happiness.
(But I shall be pleased with less)
You'll take a wrong turning to your regret.
(I'm not at the crossroads yet)
You have some bitter-sweet affairs, perhaps) .
(Veins are like rivers on large maps)
Yes, home and three children, all of them girls.
(Now I'll read your finger swirls) .
At an informal dinner party, palm-reading can be an agreeable 'time-pass'. I wrote this verse about five decades ago.
Thank you, Poet Bharati, for your interesting comment. Not as an astrologer or pretended palmist, I shall foresee a great future for you. We can leave the future to the historians of the next generations on Independence Day. Best wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting read.I can not tell whether palmists can tell future.If I know some one can accurately forecast, I will not show my palm.