In the silent whispers of the night,
Karma weaves its intricate tale,
A thread of justice, pure and bright,
In every heart, it will prevail.
The deeds we sow, both good and bad,
Are seeds that fate will cultivate,
With time, the harvest will be had,
Reflecting love or brewing hate.
No act escapes its watchful eye,
No word or thought can hide away,
For Karma’s law does not deny,
The balance it will soon repay.
So live with kindness, truth, and grace,
Let compassion guide your way,
For in life’s mirror, face to face,
Karma’s touch will come to play.