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[title] => Once Lucky, Twice Shy
[time] => 2007-04-22 03:39:52
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[bodytext] => Once lucky, twice shy The moonlit silver sky Hides behind the dark clouds As three men sit around a fire Wrapped in black colored shrouds They seem to be waiting Looking at the sky As the clouds, start clearing And the prophecy passes by A shooting star comes into view Its faint tail dragging behind The three men smiled This is what they had in their mind The heaven had said its saying The rain will come right on time The crops were gonna be good That’s what said the fortuneteller divine The three men were going to be rich That is what happens who sees this shooting star They had heard from their ancient fathers Who were now dead and far So the three men went home And never they met again They had said their goodbyes forever In sickness and in pain But ten years later At the same cloud-clearing place Met the three men again Who recognized each other’s face “Nice to meet ya’ll again” Said the first man The other two nodded And that was the plan It had rained well For the past ten years And the crops had flourished well In those salt-less happy tears The three of them had made Money That could last for generations ahead But they were back for more again And not sleeping happily in their bed So the clouds parted again And a tail less shooting star passed They tried to shield their eyes Now their lucks had been surpassed This was a very bad omen To see a tailless shooting star They were begging and crying As their luck’s were left a scar Famines came drying the crops And flood came taking them away The money was running away from their banks And there was nothing that could make it stay They had failed themselves They had failed their future Greed had taken all away, leaving A wound that was too hard to suture Tejas Thakker [comments] => 0 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 68 [informant] => tejas9999 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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