HEAT was once one of my papers in the college
And about everyone’s pet summer time complaint.
That was about all I needed to know then
Ensconced in St. Joseph’s New hostel , when
I had to fight the twin foes of Trichy’s 110 degrees
And the annual exams arriving hand in hand.
Out of college, free from Thermodynamics and Entropy
Black body and Superconductivity
Walking into the midst of heat’s more mundane forms
Heat of the immersion heater and then the cooking range
Heat of the company’s equipment room
Heat of the pressure of work
Heat of the moment
Heat of an argument
Heat of a nuclear blast
Heat of the mammal on heat
And to my cool relief at night, my mate’s body heat
On top of what she cooked on induction’s heat to eat.