Mujhe mili hai kismat aisi jaise kisi pyaase ko samandar mila ho, khela hai jyotishiyon ne khel aisa jaise kisi madari ko bandar mila ho.
I have received a destiny like a thirsty man finding the ocean; astrologers have played a game with me like a juggler finding a monkey.
Dr. Sharma shares a deeply poetic, heartbreaking reflection on the exploitation of innocent people by commercial astrologers.
He speaks from the perspective of a native who is suffering. The native feels cursed by destiny—like a man dying of thirst who finally finds water, only to realize it is the salty, undrinkable water of the ocean ("pyaase ko samandar").
In this state of desperation, the native goes to commercial astrologers for help. Instead of guiding them, the astrologers exploit their fear, making them perform endless, useless remedies. Dr. Sharma compares this to a street juggler ("madari") making a monkey dance for money. It is a fierce condemnation of how the occult is used to loot the vulnerable.