Reading Her Palm Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Lady, there's a decoy on your Life Line.
(Your palm is a thrush in mine)
I cannot tell you now what it portends.
(We shall be no more than friends)
You'll learn to share your secret happiness.
(But I shall be pleased with less)
You'll take a wrong turning to your regret.
(I'm not at the crossroads yet)
You have some bitter-sweet affairs, perhaps) .
(Veins are like rivers on large maps)
Yes, home and three children, all of them girls.
(Now I'll read your finger swirls) .