Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas burner,
extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax,
placed it for several hours in a large pitcher
containing cool water,
obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber,
which I compressed into straight folds,
stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins,
I finally composed a utility rubber bottle,
Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise direction.
High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt,
With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of frozen liquid,
Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting cold,
The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes laden with snow crusts,
Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover of condensed rain,
It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day,
The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in hard ice-cream,
There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition of winter cold.
I knew something had to be done to save my skin,
Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours of the brutal night,
Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with luke warm currents of wind,
That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a plan of action,
I decided to fill blistering liquid in the rubber bottle,
Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution,
Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my shivering chest,
Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt,
To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep.
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