I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas <br />burner, <br />extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax, <br />placed it for several hours in a large pitcher <br />containing cool water, <br />obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber, <br />which I compressed into straight folds, <br />stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins, <br />I finally composed a utility rubber bottle, <br />Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise <br />direction. <br /> <br />High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt, <br />With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of <br />frozen liquid, <br />Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting <br />cold, <br />The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes <br />laden with snow crusts, <br />Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover <br />of condensed rain, <br />It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day, <br />The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in <br />hard ice-cream, <br />There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition <br />of winter cold. <br /> <br />I knew something had to be done to save my skin, <br />Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours <br />of the brutal night, <br />Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with <br />luke warm currents of <br />wind, <br />That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a <br />plan of action, <br />I decided to fill blistering(boiling) liquid in the <br />rubber bottle, <br />Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution, <br />Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my <br />shivering chest, <br />Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt, <br />To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep.<br /><br />Nikhil Parekh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-water-bottle-3/
