As the cold increases, the potential of storms are showing up;
the body starts shivering, the minds become duller and duller;
the winds come from all the directions, some mild, some weird;
rarely there would be sunlight of wisdom;
in the stark coldness, the judgemental currents get frozen;
the intelligent humans loose the path of equanimity;
and would not ever reach their own chosen destinations;
more and more disturbances, more and more chaos;
the heavy snows would entangle the gullible and un-equipped;
leaving them behind, the achievers would fly into the vastness of skies;
whether they would reach the eternity beyond horizons;
or get evaporated into the labyrinth of dark deep valleys;
who knows, who can divine what is in the womb of time!
-JIRARA.
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