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?!