I saw from mile
her gummy smile

three strand of hair
planted strongly
on the shining moon's hemisphere

brittle nails
creaking loud
scratching her back
and making sound

half closed eyes 
has seen the world
born slightly after the Christ

Dropping loose
her calloused skin
rusting black
like an old tin

her words fall empty never
forsees fortune
bestowed with clairvoyant power

Manisha