Reading Her Palm Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Reading Her Palm

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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) .

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: future
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A social game, palm-reading at a party. Not serious.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bharati Nayak 15 August 2017

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.

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A. Madhavan 01 August 2017

At an informal dinner party, palm-reading can be an agreeable 'time-pass'. I wrote this verse about five decades ago.

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Bharati Nayak 15 August 2017

Yours blessings, Sir, thank you.

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A. Madhavan 15 August 2017

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.

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