The writer humbly takes on the theme of the inevitability of doings of
karma, mysterious and strong.
She wrings the cloth of Karma,
Hangs it on the cloth line of observation,
Steadfast , the droplets of water are
Further squeezed, she opines evil is gone,
Clips it with the belief of cleansing karma:
The gubernatorial SUN and the rustling
WIND touch upon the adamant ,
Yet karma’s karma is too powerful
and unrestrained , it extricates
and falls into the sump to welter
into the quagmire. She adjusts clips.
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