Looking at the lines in my hand
So many of them
Some are long and some are short
Criss-crossing each other at random
They say your destiny is
Located somewhere between these lines
I try to look at my hand every now and then
Trying to figure out what these lines hold for me
When I look at them
They look like my life
Cross-roads where they don’t know
which path to choose
Some just breaks in middle
As if lost and don't know where to continue
My hands are getting shrivelled
These lines which holds my destiny
Some of them are fading now
Some are getting mixed
Looks like it is time for new change to arrive
New destiny has to be written
Somewhere between the lines
New lines are going to emerge.
These lines in my hand
so many of them
Part of me
Still unknown to me
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