Author Arvind Krishna Mehrotra Last night a line appeared,Unbidden, unsigned; It had eight memorable Syllables. I'll keep you, I said, falling asleep. It's gone now, And I write this to requite it, And to mark its passage. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments