A Fortune Teller Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A Fortune Teller



He made himself a fortune teller
And sat under a tree with a name-board.
He predicted to ten persons that day.
By fluke, it came true to two of them.
The two were the cause for new entrants,
A few of whom found it right and canvassed.
His fortune telling, with reliance of fluke,
Was going many years, earning fortune and name.
One can fool different people all the time.
30.05.2016

Thursday, June 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fortune
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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