Feeding My Sibling

By Sanvi Atul Sharma

Crushed peas and potatoes,

A spoon clattering to the ground,

Pulped blueberries and tomatoes,

Seeing this, I frowned.

My baby brother sat on the chair,

Making a hurricane,

Of food everywhere,

And left me pondering, is he insane?

Spaghetti sauce smeared on his cheeks,

Papaya puree in the bowl,

Crushed cereal seeps,

I gave a loud howl,

I would die cleaning this, it was imminent,

There is such a mess everywhere,

Yet they call him innocent,

I will never feed my brother again, I swear!

By Sanvi Atul Sharma