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Karma vs Wealth

After some stormy event of life,
I look inward in search of some insight...
Why things went wrong even if I was so right!


The wisdom by own thinking...
The great men's great teaching...
All are for humanity...
But was it worth doing!


The system of victors and victims is in gain..
And my friends choose to be part of this chain,
I stood apart the wanted to shake this train...
Was I wrong to be wasted like drain?


Good Karma is not seen through time,
While wealth accumulates and shine,
The power grows, so does pride...


The world care only those who have it all,
Might is always right, and wealthy have it all.


With these thoughts I had a last smile..
But good karma is still like a flower of wilderness:
Pure, upright and pristine.
Free from the curse to live in polluted world, the rat race and bribe.


Be that, what makes you right,
Stand bold with no respite!


Hail Karma... Its your Dharma :)
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Anonymous said…
This is a beautiful poem A.

Well done

Rita
January 12, 2012 at 2:07 PM
Anonymous said…
This is a beautiful poem A.

Well done

Rita
January 12, 2012 at 2:07 PM
Unknown said…
A nice one and truly motivational.
January 17, 2012 at 7:10 AM
Unknown said…
truly motivational!
January 17, 2012 at 7:12 AM
The Frontal loBe said…
Well written Amit! Look forward to more such writings :)
January 17, 2012 at 9:14 PM
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