Once upon a time
In an Indian village of little fame,
Was born a boy
Who put his parents to shame.
Neither would he play,
Nor laugh nor cry.
Just wander the woods by himself,
And study the night sky.

His parents worried for his future
For his little hands carried no lines
"He is doomed", said the palmist.
"We must ask more learned men,"
his worried mother opined.
They asked every palmist they could find
But all sadly shook their heads and said,...