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The Future From The Fortune Tellers!

It is as pretty as a woman, but green,
With the thick tongue and the beaky nose,
picks up notes of destiny as instructed,
a cage, just enough to stretch and hop,
with a door, that can be pulled up,
Cheap nuts available for every pick,
If the master gets the customer,
Cards of picture stacked or spread,
Previously these were the faces of Gods,
now the computer, USA and Uk included,
as we, Indians believe in fortune hearing,
fortune tellers and their parrots working,
hard to earn an income even in Singapore,
and Malaysia where they sit on the five foot path,
palm readers are busy with their magnifying glass,
the lady with a wand, just returned from the graveyard,
a man with miniscule drum also from make shift burner,
from where he collects the ash of the dead human,
to tell the future of living human. Apart from all these,
we have the master of masters to write our future,
based on the time and date of birth. With all these,
prediction at hand, none of them have ever predicted,
when our country is going to prosper and send off the ignorance.
The man on the street believe it,
The man in the parliament trust it,
The man in western cloth consult it,
The man in loin clothes nurture it,
covering his body with cosmetic robes.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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