Flesh and bones lie in a heap Men, women, children weep! Bloodthirsty, the weapons they wield Remorse none for their sinful deed Nor shame, or dread, or fear deep How long this power will they keep? Remind them how the tides swell Listen carefully to the death knell; When evil prevails, dark forces abide Anguished voices fail to subside Karma watches, records does keep Seeds they sowed, so must they reap Time renders mercy only to the meek The Punisher arrives and will seek The fearsome who now fearful seem Bloodied swords will lose their sheen This twist of fate, how events turn Destiny can make, break, and spurn, Tormentors humbled, tormented so Cowering cowards, all in Death’s row!
Like many urban dwellers across India, living in gated communities, with small balconies as their only windows to a locked down world, even I took to container gardening this summer. I experimented with sowing various seeds and mostly faced disappointment. When young shoots would die or not appear at all, I would eventually use the container or flower pot to plant another round of seeds.
When the time is ripe, plants find their roots and the stems sparkle with joy. My tomato plant is finally flowering. But I found it to be strange, even funny, because I had sown Daisy seeds in this pot. I was eagerly waiting for bright white blooms but here I have tiny bell-shaped flowers. Still beautiful, still loved, wondering now if flowers will turn to fruits!
So, sometimes, you may not end up reaping what you think you have sown, because there is buried past karma, too, lingering in the depths! Such, is the life lesson from a little bloom in my container garden.
“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” – Robert Louis Stevenson