Listening to them preach – in the days of old –
I followed what they said was the right path – until one day
I couldn’t ignore the wrong in all that I was told,
and let the pull within my soul allow me to stray.
For better or for worse, I chose the journey,
that would lead me to my destination –
fearful and faltering in its uncertainty;
yet solaced knowing it was of my volition.
And on this path I cast the cloak of influences asunder,
finding my voice, my calling and my home –
and watched in silent, solemn wonder,
karma changing the lines on my palm…
© Isha Garg
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