What is in my karma, who can but say it,
What in my dharma,
If there is something as action, previous or fate
Which but I do not,
But there is something as to be for suffering sake
And it is but one's action,
Previous or present,
Believe you or not,
A you sow so you reap.
Sometimes one takes to believing
After seeing his bad sons
And their actions,
Unmindful of fatherly word and care,
Showing of disrespect
And their intolerable disobedience.
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