In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
A whisper floats, as time goes by.
The echoes of our choices made,
In karma’s web, our deeds are weighed.

The gentle touch of fate’s embrace,
Reflects the past we dare not face.
In cycles bound, we find our place,
As karma weaves its endless lace.

The seeds we sow, the paths we tread,
Return to us in colors spread.
In every act, a thread is spun,
In karma’s loom, all deeds are one.

So tread with care, and heart sincere,
For what we give, shall reappear.
In karma’s dance, we find our grace,
In every step, a life’s embrace.