In the stillness of the night, whispers of fate,
Echoes of actions past, lying in wait.
Every step we take, every word we speak,
Returns to us, in moments bleak.

The seeds we sow in life’s vast field,
Sprout and grow, their truths revealed.
Good or ill, the harvest we reap,
Mirror our deeds, sowed deep.

Beneath the surface, unseen threads,
Weave the tapestry of what lies ahead.
Choices made, both right and wrong,
Sing back to us, a karmic song.

So tread with care, and heart so true,
For what you give, returns to you.
In life’s vast dance, with each heartbeat,
Karma’s steps, we all shall meet.