Thursday, 13 December 2007


What would yuletide be without a little crystal-gazing? Since time immemorial people have queued to have their fortunes told at the turn of the year. Poet R K Singh once consulted an astrologer. His tanka tells a curious oracular tale:

Did I kill a snake
or do I pass forked urine
the astrologer asks
to calculate my future
I tell him no and yes

c) R K Singh
(published with permission)

1 comment:

  1. Thanks, Friend, for taking note of the poem and using it on your blog. Let's hope readers are able to relate to the experience in their own unique ways, culturally and personally.

    R K


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