Han Min Ohn

Rookie - 256 Points (29.7.1983 / Yangon)

The Book Of Astrology - Poem by Han Min Ohn

Once I bought a book of astrology
Which was used to confer my destiny
For so great my destiny was
I dared not to miss a single fact

The astrologer's book confided me to wait
Three precious, long days as a stake
'Then do what you want, ' it said
'You will every where meet success.'

So waited I, without thinking much, in belief
My greatest pleasure being relieved
Till the end of the day number three
When I would be a person of care free

At last the longing day slowly came
And my face was as clear as a pane
For my destiny was only at an arm's length from me now
Waiting for me to come as a storm

But when I reached my destiny's dwelling
My heart was filled with woeful yelling
For my destiny had fled with my adversary
And to whom should I blame for this tragedy?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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