Author: Nyasa Kamargaonkar, Class X A
You said you love the wind;
But you close your windows when it blows,
You said you loved the rain;
but then you pulled out your umbrella,
You said “the sun is lovely today;”
While we sat in a shade,
You said the winter’s so pleasing;
When you simply sat by the fireplace, not near the snow,
While it blew and poured and shone and snowed;
You closed the window, hid and curled up,
Yet, you say you love the wind, you love the rain,
You love the sun and you love the snow.
You love them all you say,
Even if you hid from them all as you may.
That is why, folks;
I never understood what love was.
And probably, this mystery and perplexity,
pleases the scrutiny.
