Elegy of Truth and Transit

In the quiet hour when shadows fall,  
Beneath the weight of whispered call,  
Karma dances with a patient grace,  
Reckoning time—all debts embrace.  

In gilded halls where ambition thrived,  
Echoes linger; spirits revived.  
Yet in that glow lies a silent thread—  
The truth unsaid will rise from the dead.  

Oh fickle fate wrapped in charm’s guise,   
You thought you could trick the open skies;    
But winds don’t forget the seeds they’ve sown—   
With every shard of trust overthrown.   

Citizenship wears many faces bright,   
A map drawn bold under moonlit night;    
Across distant shores where cultures blend,    
Unity whispers: we’re both foe and friend.    

For what is power but a fleeting crown?   
To step on hearts just to stake your ground?     
Yet come tomorrow as it often seems—      
Truth unfolds like fragile dreams.    

Each promise broken—a haunting trace;   
Karma waits not for another’s grace—    
It tracks each traveler down winding lanes,     
And in its clasp reveals our chains.     

So lift up voices against despair's shroud!    
Let echoes soar long past fear’s crowd;        
Across borders vast let compassion dwell—     
For truth is sovereign where stories swell.      

Consider well this vibrant kinship wide —       
Life intertwines on an endless ride;      
Though paths may diverge beneath ink-stained sky,      
Together we stand or together we die.       

In elegy soft to those false mists clear:         
All bows must break to pay what’s dear;         
For history cradles both joy and defiance —            
And Karma smiles at sweet compliance.

Thus take these words woven through strife—           
Citizens true in this enigmatic life:           
May wisdom guide us spanning myriad lands—            
As karma catches all with gentle hands.