Warped Minds… and Karma

There are some who cannot gaze at a tranquil pond: without disturbing it, they won’t sit

And they cannot look up at a nest, without flinging a stick over it

They are inclined to create chaos; their minds are incapable of digesting calm

Who they hurt, what hearts they trample, they care not: they inflict injury without a qualm


What they fail to realise is: Karma and justice are sound

There’s a divinity that shapes our ends * and what goes round, comes round

One day they will strike a bee’s nest 

And get stung badly: until then they won’t rest.


*Shakespeare quote