Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

(1947 / Lahore / British India (Pakistan))

Canticle For My Son - Poem by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

The dog barks and the cat mews,
The moon comes out in the sky,
The birds are mostly settled.
I envy your twelve hours
Of uninterrupted dreaming.

I take your small palms in mine
And don't know what
To do with them. Beware, my son,
Of those old clear-headed women

Who never miss a funeral.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012



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