The Shadow Of Karma

A thought I once designed 

Appeared to have cleansed away.

Watered it sufficiently and 

Gave my smile, offering her a 

Hope to live a life that drowned

Broken. As the bud agape and

The flowers blossomed, auburn

Aflame her petals, the moon 

Cascaded grace upon her. Through 

Many years of care, she fell 

For the drizzle, becoming 

Moist with his touch—

Until one day, drenched in 

Showers, revealed her amour

For the rain. Auburn brought 

Draught in return. Sans a drop, 

She barely could breathe. 

The moon unheeded her pleas; 

Through a long night, she stood

In solitude. With none to assist

Her, she came to me with folded 

Leaves. Feeling her pathos, gave 

The sprinklers to revive her breath.

Tears of gratitude fell; autumn and

Winter vacillated, she was receiving 

Nourishment for her survival. 

One day, hearing the monsoon’s arrival,

Butterflies hovered around her.

She could cognisance his arrival, 

She started her conniption, ignoring 

Her messiah. Nature stuccoes her 

Signs, descending with blessings— 

But when ignored, she smiles, 

Letting the firmament shower 

Incessantly for months, 

Cleaving her, sans traces.

By Orbindu Ganga

From: India

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