Thursday, February 27, 2014

Feb 27th, 2014

A poem by my daughter Anjali......

Karma’s Journey

Karma’s journey began,
when she was young.
The path was paved,
her eyes shone
with a glint of innocence.
With every step she took,
daisies sprung
from where her feet had lain.
As she grew older,
her eyes dulled a bit,
but only to look like diamonds in the rough.
Her feet no longer sprouted daisies,
but only left a trail of buds.
She grew older still,
and with her flowers,
her innocence had gone. The path ahead was no longer clear,
with dust and debris filling the air.
A fog called corruption made her road hazy
and her eyes, in turn, had become dark gray.
Her footprints no longer left anything beautiful,
but cursed the ground
with sharp rooted cracks.
On Karma’s journey,
which she realized would ever end,
she discovered that she had only been
traveling in circles.



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