The mattress is hot to touch
the pillow turns equally warm,
the walls emit unusual heat,
while the wind through the
windows is humid.
I wet the floor to keep
the heat low, the damp tiles
send out a coolness. I lie
on the bare floor, use
my hand as a pillow.
doze off in no time,
The afternoons reel hot
in peak summer when
the mercury crosses 103
degrees most days,
Air Conditioners fail
so do the electric fans,
None can compete with
the raging sun, a disbelief
but very true so to say
pure cotton dresses
and the bare floor provide
the required respite.
Meenas Poems 