UNCLE
He was my uncle of my mother’s age.
Visited our house for reasons so vague.
He would touch my hand often,
When tea or water I would offer.
Once he came when mom wasn’t there.
He tried to touch me but I was aware.
Made my neighborhood aunt to sit there.
He went back in full despair.
Such people know how to blame you.
When you tell someone they’ll frame you.
Because of my aunt I kept quiet.
Which he thought was an invite.
When he went away it was a big respite.
He was a wolf in sheep’s disguise.
Bio
Jyotsna Gill
Mobile 9781541025
Place Chandigarh
Interests and social activities Writing and helping the under privileged.
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