Karma Poem by Anita Sehgal

Time
Slips through fingers like sand.
Every thought, word and deed
imprints itself in ether,
to weave the web of our future.
Entangled like a fly in the web I long to escape.
I know not how.
Then I learn that there is no escape.
Nature has its own way of seeking you out
for there is no place to hide.
Soon enough your past stands before you
in different forms and shapes.
And nature takes you on a blind spin.
Thus is destiny made..

Then dawns illumination on nature's trickery..
Play it at its own game..
Surrender your efforts' and its rewards at the Lord's feet....
Then He alone is the doer and the enjoyer.
What a Relief!
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