Chameleon Poem by Ratnakar Rout

When I was in throne
He was my morning alarm
My calling bell
Company of my morning walk
And a friend to share
The morning cup of tea.

He was a well-wisher
A caretaker
An advisor
And shadow of mine.
My guard
My Savoir
And my nose, eye and ear.

That throne no more embraces me now
As I know one day it ought to go.

My friend then has become
A rare commodity
Even a telephone call from him
Is a dream for me now?

I have ample time at hand to think
Whether he was a friend or a foe.
Who befooled me so long?
In the guise
I could not know.