KARMA

She can be patient
When we take from her,
But what we return
Is equal or greater

We are feeble in her
Wake of transparency,
Of what she may ask,
Be it present or past,

Patience is her
greatest virtue,
It may hurt you,
or it may set you free,
And you will agree,
Over time and experience,

Mistakes so young,
Is a wisdom in every page,
With age, in her rings
We are engaged,

Our first breath
is her prequel, regal
She stands of what
We demand.