Law Of Karma

A skinny six years old, Stood shivering on that cold Foggy January afternoon, Selling colourful balloons At the traffic light It was quite a tragic sight. Matted hair, barely clad, Looking forlorn and sad. In her bleak eyes a desperate plea I couldn’t ignore but see. I bought a balloon for my grand child, My eyes with tears blind. I was overcome with guilt, Warm in my car custom built. This rich poor divide is Is just getting wide. Earning a living, lost childhood I found myself brood. Basic necessities To live with dignity Is everyone’s right I pondered as she went out of sight. So young, withered and wane, Is this Karma pre ordained?