What it in my karma,
What it in my dharma,
What it my bhoga?
My action I do not know it,
My dharma, my religion, piety, righteousness,
My bhoga, my suffering, what it to suffer?
Karma is that do I, right or wrong do I unknowingly,
My dharma is my good job that I have,
My bhoga, my suffering, what I have done, I have to suffer for.
Everything is but accountable and there i someone who but
Marks, marks it all from there,
Dharmaraja, the Lord, Accountant of Religion auditing the ledgers,
Calculating the income-expenditure
Of papa-punya.
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Heart felt and plaintive- that it spirals to accounting is surprising. Strong poem.