Sangfroid Poem by Kishore Asthana

The clear blue sky, the hanging cloud
Soft whisper of breeze, thunder loud
What nature thinks, it does anon
Second thoughts are never born

Certain of intent, light of heart
She goes smoothly from art to art
Definite strokes of her force
Without anguish or remorse

Mighty mountains, rivers, seas
Tender flowers, honey bees
To the core of the raging sun
She knows her atoms, every one

No judgements, no guilt, no sighs
No excuses, no truths, no lies
She knows what she knows alone
No regrets, naught to atone

The curse of the mind lies undone
By perfect nature which has won
The battle all mortals fight
When self holds self to the light