Changing Skies Poem by ashok jadhav

Beneath the changing skies we make our way,
Our plans like kites that tug against the wind;
What once was clear grows uncertain by day,
And fixed horizons blur where they had been.
The blue of certainty turns bruised with gray,
Storms gather where no warning signs appear;
We learn that light is not the sky's one way,
Nor calm the season promised to us here.
Yet changing skies do more than threaten ground—
They teach the eye to read a deeper sign;
Through shifting clouds, a truer path is found,
One traced by patience, not by rigid line.
So under skies that never choose to stay,
We learn to walk, not rule, the open way.