Karma

What goes around
comes around, they said.
A kind of boomerang
To keep life in check.
The good and the bad,
All part of the game.
Karma says, “Dont worry!”
Only I know your name.

So many players,
You’ll see as you go.
Untamed complexities,
All striving to grow.
Fascinated and racing,
Against the wheels of time.
Time with its own rules of
keeping things in line.

Perhaps what goes around,
Goes on till it finds
It’s rightful owner,
Through the tests of time.
It won’t follow, it won’t hide,
Your fate, it will let you decide.
It will come around,
Your deed...your name.
Welcome to Karma’s game.