By Dr Munish Sabharwal
The Wheel Turns — The Law of Karma in History
The Law Beyond Time
Empires rise, and empires fall,
By unseen justice ruling all.
The hand that strikes, the crown that gleams,
Are tested later in karmic streams.
For history’s pages softly sing —
What man plants, returns with sting or love.
Rāvaṇa’s Pride and Lanka’s Flame
He stole the shadow of Laxmi, divine and pure,
His kingdom is strong, his heart unsure.
A golden city, but soul in the night,
Burnt to ash by Dharma’s might.
For even wisdom, when stained by lust,
Must crumble — as all wrongs must.
Duryodhana’s Feast and the Field of Kurukṣetra
He mocked the just, betrayed his kin,
Played dice with greed, drowned in sin.
Bhīṣma wept, Draupadī cried,
And Krishna spoke, as soldiers died.
That war of brothers still reminds —
Karma waits, with patient binds.
Ashoka’s Tears at Kalinga’s Shore
He conquered realms with sword and flame,
Till corpses cried his mighty name.
At Kalinga’s blood-soaked, silent field,
His heart broke — the truth revealed.
For what he won, he lost within,
And peace was born from karmic sin.
Aurangzeb’s Iron Throne
He jailed his father, slew his kin,
Built an empire vast with fanatic sin.
But in his last days — alone, betrayed,
His crown of thorns on coffin laid.
He stitched his shroud by his own hand —
Karma’s whisper across the land.
Alexander’s Dust
He swept the East, the West, the skies,
Yet could not conquer when death did rise.
Empty hands to the grave he bore,
For karma grants what greed can’t store.
He left the world — a mortal guest.
The British Crown and India’s Pain
They ruled with pride, they ruled with chain,
They drew the line, yet sowed the pain.
They mocked the faith, they broke the seed,
But karma watched their every deed.
The crown that looted golden lands,
Lost empire’s light from trembling hands.
Hitler’s Reich — The Boomerang of Hate
He dreamed of race, of blood, of might,
He built his world on death’s own night.
But karma struck — as truth must reign,
His pride dissolved in fire and pain.
For hate returns to where it’s born,
And tyrants reap their own dark storm.
Churchill’s Famine and the Fall of Glory
He starved Bengal while speeches soared,
Mocked the dying, his power ignored.
But the lion’s empire soon was gone,
And India rose with dawn upon.
The voice once feared, in old age bent —
Karma’s justice slowly sent.
The Wheel Still Turns
See nations fall where truth is slain,
See souls reborn to heal their pain.
No law, no sword, no creed can flee,
The subtle scales of destiny.
For justice dwells not in man’s court,
But in the pulse of cosmic thought.
The Final Wisdom
O seeker, learn from ages gone,
The law of cause forever drawn.
Do good unseen, let love be seed,
For all returns — in time, in deed.
Empires, men, and dreams may fade,
But karma keeps each promise made.
