Fortune

All the bigwigs in our village Took refuge in the mercy Of Fortune. It came to such a situation that If we locked our house and left, Before we reached the goal, At least ten fifteen Fortunes Would come looking for us. I noticed How quietly Does this Fortune make its entry. Earlier, it was so noisy. “Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow” The sing song chant Was amusing. Slowly, Tomorrow became Today. “Today today today” How many times have I joined the chant! Now, How forlornly How silently Does Fortune arrive! It has lost its speech. It has contempt for itself. It has shrunk into itself More than the ex-serviceman Standing in guard before an ATM. Where did Fortune’s voice vanish? Does it mean that Fortune has no voice? That Fortune itself has ceased to exist? Kuzhur Wilson / Trans by Ra Sh