Breaking steps,
a palmist,
with a jhola
of stars and planets,
paused in front of
Lady and Old Man
under Karuna banyan
on Karuna Road.
'You smell of luck and
unluck,
birth and death,'
chuckled Lady.
'No, Lady,' came back palmist,
pouring out stars and planets
at banyan feet;
am into foretelling rebirths.
Old Man stretched out a scribbled
palm,
not squaring with stars and planets.
Palmist,
scratching head,
packed a palmful of Karuna
in his jhola,
whiled away.
'Is he a palmist or psalmist?'
wondered Lady.
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