The Fortune Seeker
THE FORTUNE SEEKER
The parrot peeps through the tiny window
The fortune teller coaxes it to take a bow
Expecting keenly the parrot from the cage
to come out and gently pick a page
to tell his future; the young man wants to know
Looking at the ceiling, he recalls his past
Confined to bed, the old man looks lost
His near and dear ones desert him
like passing clouds; pastures not green as it seem
With blessings for all, he waits to breathe his last
........... Suresh M Iyer
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