The Astrologer Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda
The Astrologer
The poor astrologer
can see the lines
changing on your
palms and forehead
in periodical intervals,
and he claims to
predict your future.
But poor guy,
he can't bring
fortune for himself.
What a irony?
But poor guy, he can't bring fortune for himself. An ironic truth about an astrologer, can see, but can't show. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Dhanyabad Sir. Keteta Odia kabita post karibi. Kindly padhibe.
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7/22/2025 10:13:54 PM # 1.0.0
To see the lines! ! Thanks for sharing.