Sunday Poem By Sanjana Srivastava

Sunday Poem By Sanjana Srivastava

My Favourite Man

Candies, pastries or toffees, What have you brought from the office? I reached school early today. My teacher asked me to write how I spent the last Sunday. I wrote that I spend my Sundays with my uncle, My favourite man. My best friend gave me a friendship band. We played in the park and rolled over the sand. You look tired. Sit under the fan. I will tell you a story of an elephant. Numb. Frozen thighs, arms and tongue. Bruised bosom and bleeding gum. I laid like a baby with my favourite man. I gulped pus, fear, poison and death. Teacher talks to me no more. I write poetry on how I spend my Sundays, With my uncle, My favourite man. Choked. Need no candies, pastries or toffees, Don't be back from the office. Need a man, To talk about my uncle, My favourite man. Inhale - exhale Expand - exhaust - create I fly. I dive. Unruffled - unfazed I write. I rise. I forget - remember my uncle, My favourite man. I forgive - punish my uncle. My favourite man.