The Fortune Teller

It has been ages since Euphrosyne left the land

the sound of growling stomachs

And the call for survival 

echoes on the shattered walls

The city beneath the heap of dust 

Debris Everywhere and broken lives

Two women, one with command and the other fragile

A table full of cards upside down

 Waiting to tell one’s fortune

Let it be gaiety or despair

The commoner ought to believe the cards.

“Your period of dejection has come to an end

Now it’s time for felicity” she says with authority

as the nearing war of terror laughed at her. 

“Oh, May god bless us all” the lady sighed

What is lie and what is truth 

If the frightful woman find light 

When everything is about to fall apart. 

Little Tittle-tattle is inherent for ladies

But the fortune teller was focused 

Yet she is ironical and hopeful about the future. 

Never did the ignorance stop her

The four eyes waiting for her at home

Only made her stronger. 

She did what she had to

The face of truth is hideous

assassination and instability all around.

She will return home with a loaf of bread

And the other

With hope and forecast

For an assured tomorrow

by the fortune teller.

–Aamy (Inspired from ‘Fortune Teller’ painting In Leicester Museum and Art Gallery)