Bob The Builder by Sudhanshu Chopra

I can build a house on your thighs.
Your legs would be the foundation.
The echo of anklets would suggest
something deeply illicit going on
in the basement.
The neighbours come asking if we
could look after their eight-year old
for the day. They’d be surprised to hear
we are leaving the country like right now.
But you aren’t even packed yet,
they’d counter. She just needs her
stockings, I’d smile.

Sudhanshu Chopra
Sudhanshu Chopra draws inspiration to write from observation, memories, subconscious, books he reads, movies he watches, and music he listens to; sometimes a phrase or simply a word is enough. ‘He writes at

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