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   AN   ASTROLOGER;S SAY

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It is the corner of the village with a tree

There is a man with stick and mat

He is calling and shouting for his bread

his profession is giving predictions  of his believers

My walk ends there to relax and

listens his call with a desire

He called and said a thing about the past

I stunned and and sit on his mat  for more

He visited my hand and examined

In a sweet rhythm started his says

few are true and  few may be false

I stunned ob his rhythmic voice and versions

He comes to the end and asked five rupees as charge

Then my searching begins to settle his money

A wordcomes as last form his mouth

that i will  be very soon caught by an incident

SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN