Saturday, 15 June 2019

'The Teacher' by Hema Nataraju

To us kids, he was a leviathan wielding a cane. His head touched the sky.

Now he lies shriveled in his hospital bed, powerless.

And I still check to see if my shoes are polished.

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First published in The Same on 27 February 2018.

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