Shifting Clouds Poem by ashok jadhav

Above us drift the shifting clouds of thought,
Their shapes remade by every passing hour;
What once seemed fixed is subtly overwrought,
Reformed by winds we do not rule or power.
They veil the sun, then part to let it through,
Teaching how light survives despite delay;
Each shadow proves that change is nothing new,
A lesson written in the sky's display.
Our certainties, like clouds, are briefly drawn—
So solid-looking, yet too light to stay;
They fade by noon, or vanish with the dawn,
Leaving the truth more open than the day.
Thus wisdom comes from watching forms unbind:
To trust the sky, not cling to clouded mind.