Climes

Climes

In land of the sighted
One eyed Jane wields
Royal seal these days

Changed climes
Render discernment
A tough choice

Fists furled as newborn
Spirit fetal posed is like
That doe bungling in headlights

In a struggle for survival, former
Friends have changed allegiance
Foes wear friendly smiles

Know well it is need of the hour
But fail to understand sale of soul as there
Is always a way to retain and eat your cake

Changed climes throw strange equations,
I sit back and enjoy life’s unfolding power play
Mind ever practical, my soul is not up for sale

Thankful for this novel throw of dice
As I journey towards detachment, my hung
Emotions have now unpinned as false notions

Life cycles in each and every nuanced circumstance
Revolving rotating always replicating those planets
Orbiting in outer space, earth’s chameleon seasons

In land of the sighted
One eyed Jane wields
Royal seal these days

*The Thinker painting is by Edvard Munch

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