Fortune Teller... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Fortune Teller...



When they cry, I may not be there,
to embrace and wipe their tears,
the feeling of someone nearer,
makes me safer, it may be a soul,
who may be in the state of spirit,
not want someone to be sad,
guard me as an angel and whisper,

when my material body weathered,
and wilt, I will be a spirit,
not want to have a rebirth,
I will help people to avoid the dangers,
providing them with intuitive airs,
walking in front of them to clear the roads,
They may hear the soft voice and be blessed.

Friday, October 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: future
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I went to a soothsayer for future prediction and he told me that someone was whispering the answers to my questions, munching 'something' in his mouth
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 09 October 2015

'When my material body weathered And wilt, I will be a spirit Not want to have rebirth. The theory of cycles of birth and rebirth is yet to be proved. The desire to be a spirit for guiding others/ gen next is laudable. Thanks for sharing.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 10 October 2015

Religious doctrines are still beyond our knowledge at this level and the human may decode sooner or never as the secret of birth and death still in the hands of someone, though IVF and cloning have proved that we can interfere in the process of stage in between these two inevitable..

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