Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Poems by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Continuities

Canticle for My Son

Where Will the Next One Come from

  Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Canticle for My Son

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.