Poetry at 45°C

It’s 45° C

North India is burning
but a stone does not melt at 45°C.
Of course adding zeroes to one
Doesn’t changes anything
But place a couple of zeroes after ‘one’
And water starts boiling
Place another couple
And it’s sufficient to make
a stone fluid.

At what temperature
one history changes into another?
At what temperature
the pumping-machine caged in bones
melts into a bursting heart?
It’s heat-wave here
at 45°C
But a dream does not melt at 45°C.


Its 2010 May
in Delhi its 45°C
and somewhere faraway or may be nearer
iron has melted into
women and men.
Don’t be surprised
You know 45°C multiplied by centuries
is sufficient to melt
Iron into Will.

But I know
Some of us frozen casted
Won’t melt at any temperature
we stay cool at 45°C
in our conditioned forts
(though I have gone crazy at 45°C).

The fire in the earth‘s womb has surfaced
Its burning everywhere
The tar roads in Delhi are melting
The iron-ores outside Delhi are melting
Sometimes even cold ash melts into iron......
Is it 45°C or more???
-LP