Tarrot Cards Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The fate of all lies
In seventy three cards
Of Tarrott to be told
By the tarrot astologer,
Who says it softly
From birth to death,
Of accidents pending
Small, big lucks awaiting
Small, big joys to happen,
Small, big griefs to happen,
Times, works, jobs,
Mannerisms to be followed
Only for the best to arrive,
In faith of mith lies
The tarrot cards waiting
For a new visitor arriving.

Ravikiran Arakkal