The lines on my palm

These lines on my palm
Sleek and uneven;
Like tributaries of a river
Spread all across.

Mystery of its presence
Allures often;
No vital significance,
I’d ever felt.

Men of knowledge,
Decode these lines;
Tell the fate,
What if not right?

O! Omniscient brain
Stop your curiosity;
Let the origin and mystery,
Be unknown, be unknown.

 

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