Karmic Paths 1

KARMIC PATHS Rains in This brittle bridge Quickening my dead pace, I am now in a lane where men Walk in a trance. I am at the soothsayer’s Predicting sunny days ahead. I am now a golden bridge Where a hopeful Sun walks. On my way back to home A spindly boy of twelve A vendor of raffle tickets Screams. ..having lost some money..which he Locates under his very foot At once. I win my prize. A fractured world Is bridged. Fish waste Stinks from dark streets. If it’s all I sense , what I vividly see is ‘karma’ at work, ever vengeful, scheming, teasing not leaving anyone for once however big or small rich or poor, young or old.