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Fate is by the direction of an incense-stick's fume,
A bat sitting on the window predicts impending doom.

A lizard falls on you, and you're about to die,
Your left eye flutters and your fortune will fly,

A crow perched on the window-sill brings a definite guest,
Oh and good luck comes from a little sparrow's nest,

A black spot on a baby's forehead protects her from evil,
Marrying frogs invites the long-absent and cool drizzle,

A glass frame breaks and invites death to the people in the pic,
Death is also coming when the flame goes from a diya's wick,

A dog wails loud and the ghosts wake up and prowl,
A very bad news accompanies the poor barn owl,

No eating, talking or bathing during an eclipse,
Sins are washed away by the Ganges in a few dips,

An 'evil eye' is prevented by the scary mask on the door,
Horoscope is the way to happy marriages for sure,

A black cat crosses your way, and you fail in all you attempt,
A girl born in the house invites so much contempt,

He can't come in, because he is lowly and impure,
A sin in your past life is why misery you endure,

A girl-child with unpricked ears welcomes the evil spirits,
Worshiping every Saturday will reduce your enemies to bits,

A goat sacrificed means thanks for happiness and success,
A lemon hanging on the office door ensures that you will progress,

Why believe what has never been proven or will be proved?
When once people believed around the earth the sun moved?
Concepts change and so do facts and beliefs with time,
What was once a ritual is today an unpardonable crime,
Forget what is just theory, focus on proven truths,
Leaving behind superstition doesn't weaken our roots,
While culture and tradition are in their place fine,
Let sensibility and judgement govern our modern shrine.

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