Karma

The commanding officer with forceful strode Beleaguered by the blizzard, nonstop we rode In the sweeping expedition within deserts Heavy masses on our back with an extraordinary load Once an unyielding fortitude, now walking on with backs bowed Reasoning with intellects bearing Casting nuisance in a foreign tongue, sheep’s following the goad Plead with the omnipotence to forgive their malicious seeds sowed Looking up to the 7th heaven, screening the supremacy of Karma.