Truth and Karma

I called myself the tree of life

A self proclaimed great.

I basked in my own glory living as a narcissus.

It was enchanting to see how I was growing,

Drowned and drenched in ocean of glamour.

A little inside I said

‘The way was wrong where you are about to head.’

The hell I cared,

And chose to be greener, denser and more wide spread.

It went on to the extent that I summoned the devil inside me

to become the next great thing.

My fallacy and the forged rebellion

Crushed a million under me.

The tree of life was now a structure of sins.

Came one day, when it rained fire.

The clouds poured on the lava till their last ounce. (The judgment day)

I yelled and cried, but couldn’t run away,

All I could see was a slipstream of my creeds………..

The next day was a clear sunrise.

The brilliant canopy of green was all gone,

I was reduced to half of what I were before,

Just a burnt trunk stuck inside the ground.

For many seasons came and went, everything around me grew and flourished.

I remained the lifeless log, who perished, perished and perished……

On the onset of one new morning a pair of leafs sprout through me.

It was nothing but the little ‘I’ who was once in favor of being against me.

I know now, that this is the last thing I want to be,

A ray of hope and a new way to start

Yes I know, this is my last resort.

My promise to you “O little me” that you will be fostered,

And though it be a simple life, I would always want to be me.