The Precursor

The precursor - - - - - - - - - - Like the first robin As a precursor of spring My left eye flickering My right palm tingling And not an exception is My foot desirous of itching And with fingers crossed I keep guessing To know the old saying When flickers the right eyelid It's said to be good And when flickers left eyelid It's said to be bad But what would happen Good or bad Curiosity deepens Sickness if it's left Happiness if it's right And the tingling palm brings richness But what about the foot that itches It denotes a travel soon To hell or heaven Funny it may look like But when things happen And incidental it comes upon May we say it coincidence Of events taking place in chain Either of sadness or happiness Happening inconspicuous And it's turning authentic in the course And what would you say Of a token of nature As a superstition Or a premonition Or a precursor Like the first robin Signalling the coming of spring As the king of season