In the silent dance of stars above,
A whisper echoes from the past,
Every step, every move, a story,
In the gentle arms of karma’s grasp.

The river flows with tales untold,
Reflecting deeds in ripples wide,
The seeds we sow in fields of time,
Bloom with truth, none can hide.

A mirror of life, the world unfolds,
With every choice, a path is drawn,
In shadows deep or sunlight bold,
Karma’s dance goes on and on.

So tread with grace, with heart’s pure light,
For every action leaves a mark,
In the tapestry woven tight,
Karma’s song, a timeless arc.