Saviour

When I was a young kid,

A palmist of my papa forecasted

After studying my palm:

'Your son is good for nothing,

His hand lines are confusing,

No bright future for your son.'

My papa left all hopes from me.

He admitted me in school.

There I tried my level best

To prove that palmist right!

Yes, I was back bencher!

Zeros remained always left side

Of my scoring marks

Instead of right side!

Teachers also knew

What the palmist had forecasted.

So they didn't try to teach me.

They just preached me

To become a rag picker.

However at present

I have proved

That palmist wrong!

Yes indeed!

How?

Lastly but not later

A saviour teacher

Came in my academic career!

He was ruthless.

He used to hit me hard

With his cane on my palm.

But next day

He pampered my palm.

And used to urge me to

Choose the right path.

At last he designed

New hand lines on my palm,

With his disciplined cane

And with soothing words!