Palmistry With A Pinch Of Salt Poem by narayana aghalaya

a young bachelor, lived in a village
he gave up all, and, went on pilgrimage,
traveled all over to learn
as his.mind's desire.burnt
after years, he returned, as a learned sage

a relative, hosted the.sage, in his cottage
daily there used to be a crowd of all ages
to consult, for free, the monk
as misery had them, sunk
his advice satisfied, and he was a rage

during daily penance, the monk observed
a girl of ten playing in.ground with.verve
with concern his mind was blown
he was curious, more, to know
he called her kindly, she came, not unnerved

he asked the girl to show her left palm
'why' she asked; 'don't worry, be calm'
palm-reading left him alarmed
she asked: ' for me any harm? '
'to marry you, simply there is no Tom'

' your Budh and Guru lines don't.cross.
that means no marriage, don't be cross.
my palm is also.like that
at your age, I was aghast
as a monk told me, straight from mouth of horse'

' I don't care to marry ' that was the girl's retort
' I will study, work, earn, enjoy as per my heart.
I will be no.monk or nun
with life I will have fun.'
her anxious mom chided her for her snort

after few days, the monk left to travel
the girl grew up, studied, worked and did well
then found a handsome young man
then, marriage, kids, to a plan
all honky dory, fairy tale to tell

years passed; the girl, now young lady,
was told' that monk is now daddy;
he gave up, took a bank job
saw dame munching corn on cob
married her; then home, car.. all tidy'