হাত দেখে ভাগ্য নির্ণয় করার কী দরকার?!

Sitting in a closed room; a dark room;

A table; topped by a book of Palmistry,

Faintly visible in the candle-light

Looking at my right palm; exploring mystery.

Eyes roving over three main lines:

Heart-line, Head-line and Life-line;

The wall-clock knocking at midnight,

Feeling awkward; still palm-reading of mine.

Gradually the heart-line

Getting alive; twirling like a snake;

Slowly shaping up like a heart

Beating every second; so real, not fake.

Suddenly the head-line

Moving over the forming heart;

Transforming into a real cranium,

In a seamless way; so lively, no short-cut.

My heart skipping many beats

Horribly sweating in spite of chilliness;

Painfully the life-line

Being faded out; in the way of craziness.

The cranium apparently so familiar,

The new-formed heart still pumping;

One window forcibly opened up

The moon-light came; the candle dumping.

The new face got brightened up;

In the moon-light; it’s grinning

For the moment, in a shock;

“IT’S MY FACE” – madly screaming!!!!

এক বিকট হাসিতে কেঁপে উঠলো সারা ঘর । আর আমার মতো দেখতে মুখমণ্ডল টা এক রাম-ধমক দিল - " চুপ কর শালা !! হারামজাদা !! হাত দেখে ভাগ্য নির্ণয় করার কী দরকার ছিল বে??!! "