I feel I spread
Nuisance
I behave
as a non-sense
When I question
in tons
why I get
when I get
where I get
all that delayed
what I don't deserve
till date
Murky is my path
My future peeps in past
Far past
may be previous birth
My sins then were huge
To poison my present
So thus answers begin
my doings are returning
My failures my tears
Are reflections
of my deeds done before
I was dead....
This they term Karma
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