The Favourite Man

By Anushka Gupta

As my young age plays

With the toys and clay

Mum comes and says

“Favourite uncle at the gate”

Wait is over, time to enjoy

Now what good is even the toy?

Eyes lit up, heart full of joy

Let’s see what we can destroy

We played in parks

Drove all day till it was dark

I used to draw on paper

While he on my parts

In my teens, an episode restarts:

Mum in kitchen, the dog barks,

while those hands trespass,

to paint obscure body scars.

Disgusted! My world turns grey

Just as I put my horror at bay

Mum comes and says,

“Favourite uncle at the gate”.

By Anushka Gupta