My Karma Poem by The fallen leaves of Mira

Tomorrow is my birthday
I was born 22 years ago
The first one to greet me was the one who gave life to me
He told me I meant the world to him while he was the first to sacrifice me
Love is strange
Very strange indeed
Maybe sacrifice is true love itself
I’ll never know
My precious birthday gift was blessing
Loads of blessing
Blessing to fight this damn world
I feel confused
And yet strong
Confident
Is it what the blessing for?
I’m having a strange feeling
I think I got it all now
My aim
My karma
Yep I’m sure of what to do next

Tomorrow is my birthday
I was born 22 years ago
The one who carry me nine months in her womb told me to stop talking to her
It may be petty words for her
But I’m fed up now
It’s clear to me now
Crystal clear
I’ll be a fighter and blessing is my weapon
I’ll be the one to pay for theirs sins
That’s what the blessing is for! ! ! !
Courage to continue…