Karma, what is in my karma
I know it not?
But what is this karma,
Say you?
Is it the philosophy
Of the failed man
Accepting it?
Or is it the acceptance
Of the status quo?
Karma often comes it
With dharma
And say you,
What is dharma?
Which is but religion
Interpreted otherwise.
And dharma is not religion exactly
But purity of heart
And piety of soul,
The sacred and sacrosanct heart
In which dwells it the soul
And something in fate too.
And the word fate takes to previous birth
And the ledger of good and bad works
And the birth resultant
As per religion earned,
Good action done and added to your account.
And the life cursed or afflicted with
Needs to be purged out,
The sins must be washed out
Not by a dip into the Ganges
But suffering for, sacrificing bhoga,
Doing sadhna, expiating and praying for
To be forgiven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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