HORO$COPE..

Horoscope

Mysterious massacre marvelously written

Never reveals about the real author

You glide and slide

All over the tide

You weep or glee over the sown seed

Yet could never really read

Until you get trained upon

With skills that blossom on and on

The one who becomes the reader

Can’t get it rewritten

Yes it’s the horoscope

At times become the horror-scope

Keeps every happening as records

Connecting all the cosmic chords

Pacifying the former persecution

Unveiling the forthcoming execution

People say it makes the world revolve

May be or not but still it evolve

You may explore it wisely

And abide but, no choicing

It may grow timid to cosy

Or the reverse ceded to echoing

Of doings in your time

Of past present and future

Or of black hole that stay mime

Anyways it depends on your nurture

Agreed statements are to be believed

Cautions are welcomed to be relieved

It’s not the only hope

But is the only scope

May be we like it or not

It’s the shadow tied as a knot