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.
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