Once, in the aftermath of Kurukshetra’s strife,
Dhritarashtra, the blind king, sought solace in his life.
With a heavy heart, he approached Lord Krishna, divine,
And trembled as he uttered, “Why did sorrow befall this heart of mine?
Lord Krishna, my sons, a hundred in count,
Met a tragic end, leaving me to deeply recount.
Why did this sorrow, this dreadful fate,
Choose my path, sealing their ill-fated state?”
With compassion in His eyes, Lord Krishna began to share,
The intricate workings of karma, a tale beyond compare.
He unveiled a story that spanned lifetimes untold,
Revealing the roots of tragedy, a tale of old.
“Fifty lifetimes ago,” Krishna gently spoke,
“You were a hunter, anger-filled and provoked.
A male bird you pursued, but it slipped from your hand,
Enraged, you slew a hundred nestlings, a cruel demand.
The father-bird, helpless, witnessed his dear ones’ plight,
His heart shattered, consumed by sorrow’s might.
Your actions caused agony, a pain so deep,
And now, karma’s repercussions, their sorrow you reap.”
Dhritarashtra, with a glimmer of understanding, pondered,
“Why did I wait fifty lifetimes, I often wondered?
Why did the consequences take so long to unfold,
And why was the price of my actions so bold?”
Krishna, with wisdom serene, sought to explain,
“The balance of actions, dear Dhritarashtra, is not in vain.
Over those fifty lifetimes, you earned merits untold,
Building punya, the credits, like a treasure to behold.
The desire for a hundred sons, it required great worth,
And when the time was ripe, the karma found its birth.
The intricate dance of action and reaction, you see,
Only the divine know, it unfolds with its decree.”
He paused, letting Dhritarashtra absorb the profound,
The mills of God, though slow, grind finely around.
Every action, small or grand, holds its own sway,
Carrying consequences, as karma’s debt we must repay.
As a mother cow, amidst a thousand, finds her own,
So does karma seek us out, its presence known.
Though life may seem guided by chance’s play,
It’s the inescapable grip of karma that has its say.
Krishna assured Dhritarashtra, his heart at ease,
That none can escape karma’s intricate trapeze.
Every deed, good or bad, has its own weight,
Shaping destinies, sealing one’s fate.
With newfound insight, Dhritarashtra perceived,
The tapestry of his life, past actions interweaved.
Through karma’s lens, he grasped cause and effect,
Understanding that actions shape lives, both now and in retrospect.
From that moment forward, Dhritarashtra held the key,
To navigate life’s journey, with wisdom’s decree.
For in the realm of karma, its web ever weaves,
We are the architects of our destinies, the ones who believe.
