Paradox
Sitting in my window Looking at the rain Pouring down on foreign roads And a dripping window pane I see clouds for the sky There's no sign of the Sun Wonder where it lost its strength To cut through that thin cotton For the barb that it throws, back In the land from where I hail Never lets the ball of cotton Render the sky so pale I gently open the window Let the air caress me It gives me a cold shiver Right upto my knee Then one morning I get up To rush to my class And find everything covered In a white blanket of glass And I wonder... Is the Sun weaving A blanket all year From that sky of cotton To keep the winters warm here?!