In the quiet whisper of the night,
Karma’s hand begins to write,
Every deed, both dark and light,
Etched in time, out of sight.

The seeds we sow, in joy or plight,
Return to us, a guiding light.
In the shadows, fate takes flight,
Lessons learned through endless night.

Beneath the stars, the truth ignites,
Justice served, with no respite.
Life’s great canvas, black and white,
Colored by the choices right.

So tread with care, in wrong or right,
Karma’s watchful, steady sight.
Through each dawn and fading twilight,
The wheel of fate turns ever tight.