In the silence of the night, whispers roam,
Threads of actions weaving tales unknown,
A tapestry of life, in shadows cast,
Where echoes of the past are ever shown.

Each step we take, a ripple in the stream,
Unseen hands guide the course of every dream,
In the gentle sway of time’s embrace,
Karma’s dance unfolds, a silent theme.

The seeds we sow in moments bright and dim,
Bear fruits unseen yet bound to life’s hymn,
In the heart’s quiet chamber, secrets keep,
Where justice finds its way, both bold and grim.

In the cycle of return, truth will rise,
A mirror reflecting deeds in disguise,
Bound by the threads we wove without pause,
Karma’s gentle whisper, life’s wise reprise.