My poem ‘Ken’ appears in the latest issue of The Bangalore Review:
Day Dada walked out
without saying Yetan, which means
I’ll be back not I’m leaving. Day he left
without a sound or hint, Mama pulled me
close, unlike, when he was around.
I should’ve guessed then but Ken was on TV.
My biggest worry- How would I find Ken when
I looked nothing like Barbie? Mama switched off
the TV; Ken slipped away from the screen
when Barbie wasn’t looking.
Read the rest of the poem here