The soggy mind drilling briskly
the raw wounds wrenching
and begging to halt.
It's karma, says the mind
the pangs will revert.
Death, pain, anxiety, stress
suffering has multiple aliases
each alias offering unwanted
companionship in each one's life.
We run, it chases, there is no escape.
Murders, rapes, injustice, inequality
blink from every screen.
Thoughts scratch looking for answers
It's karma, say the wise.
Awards, affections, likes and thumb sups
its good karma, continue doing
the elderly advice,
Past lives, actions bear fruit
in consecutive lives, the seers opine.
The curtain rises every day,
the stage set, actors all around
busy performing actions
some dedicatedly scrub
dirt of past misdoings
others uncaring tread
the path of shortcuts.
Wish to wipe each negative action
burden too heavy to bear
its past lives' too, say certain texts
ugly fangs of ill will often awake
due to sheer habit.
Effort yet on to do the right
mankind tries,
the stage each day
scenes unfold
the director above
busy noting all deeds
a detailed report card
awaits,
and one fine day
CUT- the above director calls
and actions cease forever.
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