The preconscious debts
aggrandize the realm of karmas,
Nature holds the neck tight
Expeditiously dragging one
to obey its orders.
You scorn and it berates,
whips hard enough to make you weep.
Falls at the feet
Not knowing being dragged for which karma!
It adjures to let know the reasons at least,
for acumen fails.
But ways of destiny stay abstruse.
Compunction leads to nowhere.
One has to bow the head low
So low that the need to comprehend remains no more,
Needs remain no more.
Surrender is the ultimate poultice.