Karma; Good Lord!!!

It was a dream,
For i woke;
A lull ruse,
That to me spoke,
The bitter gleam,
That did poke,
My dreary eyes,
That couldn't cope,
With the sheen,
On wings of Hope,
That i could see,
As i spoke,
To a ground that came,
Too soon-too close,
And vertigo;
That familiar flow,
Of bile again,
To my throes,
And before i passed,
From rage slow,
To another round,
Of a numb glow,
Your wheel spinning,
A Halo...



(c) Gunveen Sachdeva