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Book of Karma
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Beat did it, through life's deeds
With glistening drops of salty beads
to earn few morsels of sustenance,
and lead a life devoid of sufferance.
Sufferance, yet persistently followed,
and made life's existence hollowed,
Atlast when Death at last arrived
all wordly pleasures it deprived.
Now standing, back in queue,
as matters of karma ticked in blue,
To heaven or hell the sufferance abate
decided of every soul passing the gate.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Beat did it, through life's deeds
With glistening drops of salty beads
to earn few morsels of sustenance,
and lead a life devoid of sufferance.
Sufferance, yet persistently followed,
and made life's existence hollowed,
Atlast when Death at last arrived
all wordly pleasures it deprived.
Now standing, back in queue,
as matters of karma ticked in blue,
To heaven or hell the sufferance abate
decided of every soul passing the gate.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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