(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Where Will The Next One Come From

The next one will come from the air
It will be an overripe pumpkin
It will be the missing shoe

The next one will climb down
From the tree
When I'm asleep

The next one I will have to sow
For the next one I will have
To walk in the rain

The next one I shall not write
It will rise like bread

It will be the curse coming home

by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

Comments (19)

Genius writing and dramatic images.Brilliant,
Chiknkein nugeget I had a stroke writing and reading that
it sucks, it is so bad
I had to do this poem for a project
THIS POEM WAS AWESOME
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