Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

(1947 / Lahore / British India (Pakistan))

To An Unborn Daughter - Poem by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

If writing a poem could bring you
Into existence, I'd write one now,
Filling the stanzas with more
Skin and tissue than a body needs,
Filling the lines with speech.
I'd even give you your mother's

Close-bitten nails and light-brown eyes,
For I think she had them. I saw her
Only once, through a train window,
In a yellow field. She was wearing
A pale-coloured dress. It was cold.
I think she wanted to say something.

[From: The Transfiguring Places]


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 29, 2012



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