Looking ahead, at my life, from the point of 26:
Cos, where my palm is concerned
There’s a broken line:
“Your life line — it is broken here, but goes on:
Probably you will, after all, be fine”.
A continuing life line after being shattered,
There was a time where to me only love was what mattered.
“You will earn money, later in life”. Perhaps,
I am to suffer an accident, to be left crippled, but alive
With some insurance cash to put my diapers by.
I send and respond to texts sitting at the wheel.
“You take bends on the 3rd???” CJ,
Disapprovingly, grunts. We drive.
Dodanwala bends are quite sharp; roads, now, tarred.
I always think these roads are quite like my palm lines.
Perhaps if I didn’t text, take calls on the move,
That chance of a crash would recede — mathematically.
“Really?”. Well, it all depends on whom I am calling
And what, as response, I am awaiting.
Would life over death be worth compensating?