A seed is planted knowingly, sometimes unknowingly
It stays dormant for a while
So you pass the deed into oblivion
And walk on your desired chosen path ..
A failure , a loss cometh
You don’t know who to blame
And point fingers every where
Blame destiny – blame luck.
Whilst the devils inside you groans and grows
To counter claim and to take revenge.
You err more , ebb more and cause more pain.
‘Tit for tat’ you say
You can’t be weak now!
So you go around doing your thing, your way now
With all your perceptions , your egos and your mights
Consoling yourself “Only the fittest survive, I am here to win this game”
Months and years surrender , but you
wearing the same attitude on your sleeve
Getting tougher meaner to the core.
Having lost your innocence eons ago
You are a changed man – a changed soul
But you call yourself “evolved”!
Thus the downhill begins with your descend.
Universe brings back some deja vu delights,
Aligning you to your own rhythm
Karma waits to shine
Keeping your scores on his mind.
All this ? What score ? You ask ..
Don’t you remember, Don’t you recall ?
You ask : why me , What did I do to get this ?
Failing to accept that-
You dropped your innateness and innocence
To run in this race
To be amongst the powerful and tough
So why now complain ?
Karma is like reverberating echoes
from a mountain,
With a boomerang flow.
What you sow only shall you reap.
Karma knows your address
It returns and how ?
© Preeti S Manaktala
And last, but not least, our final (optional) prompt! In some past years, I’ve challenged you to write a poem of farewell for our thirtieth day, but this year, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that returns.