Karma does not storm in, 

It does not announce itself, 

Nor does it barter or demand. 

Karma tiptoes in the background, 

Waiting for the right assert itself in silence. 

You will not hear it, 

You will not see it coming, 

For it works through you and you know no better. 

Karma, by whatever name it chooses, wreaks its havoc subtly, 

Through your own choices, 

And you have left yourself wise open.