A Winter Walk

Like a window with crystals of snow, I am cold. Like the little fire in a furnace, I glow. My skin so numb, What's underneath this u ever wonder? Why would you? when you yourself are at the edge where u stumble. So I ask myself, what is this hassle, I am in mid of? Why I feel cold With the fire of anger, I m build of? Perhaps it's nothing but the disability To enact what I feel. Hence blinded by the winter fog And paralyzed should I become from head to heel. So what if I swallowed the heat and Hindered it from coming up again? Next, I hid beneath the sheet Because nothing no more balanced the cold pain. In the end I realize How foolish I am! To compare me with the being so sacred. Mine with the lives of snow and fire; The sheer example of Two contradictory existence 'the nature and a liar'. Penned down in January, 2022