Hyderabad Heat

The heat in Hyderabad
Is deceptively cool.
It’s brilliance draws you out
And you feel no sweat and no thirst.
In the soft shade of the trees
And in their gentle breeze,
You feel pleasant and warm.

But the warmth in Hyderabad
Is never good for you.
It will enter your body slowly
Leaving nary a touch on your skin,
Bleeding into your lungs,
Settling into your stomach,
Until you can’t raise a foot anymore.

The heat in Hyderabad
Is like every lover you’ve had –
Helping you probe
Your insides a little more.
And like every lover,
It will knock you down
When you aren’t looking.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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