The Good place

Portable Heat Exchangers

I am cold.
The season might be contributing to it,
but it's not the descended clouds.
I'm always cold.

I'm nervous.
Your presence might be contributing to it,
but, its not the ever-raised maxillofacials of yours.
I'm always nervous.

You see, when you feel the cold,
I feel the warmth.
You see, the grass might not be greener,
but it's definitely warmer that side.
You see, tonight we might be face-to-face,
gauging each other,
but I'd guarantee that one day,
one day, we'd be sitting hip-to-shoulder,
head over head,
a sip of salted water,
over the auspicious occasion of;
The death of Rohit Mehra.

I am warm.
It's probably the sheets,
but the red hot wood is definitely not the end.
I'm always warm.

I will win.
It might be because your courteous nature, my dear friends,
but in the contest of ‘The warmest funeral of all times.’,
I will always win.