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)
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.
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