You come to a sojourn
Of your life’s journey;
Where you mull over your whole lot.
The dearth of lady luck’s smile on you;
You call your lot by many names,
Karma, Kismet, Fate, Destiny.
Somehow, all linked with the same cord.
The old souls had them all
In their Holy Books.
“As you soweth, so shall you reap”.
Is your fate on date not the Karma
Of your generation or before?
Maybe worthwhile to reason out
Why your peers are favored by fate?
Shrug off your slothful stance.
Toil for your Kismet.
Time is too dear to whine and moan.
‘Tis never late to sow a good seed.
With your labor you create a Karma;
For the progeny of your name
With a Karma of ten times more.
a tiem a van hawi tawl de aw.
A ni ngêi.