Do not read my poems…
When I am laid to rest
Stiff and straight
In a coffin’s nest.
Do not read my poems…
After I am gone
When I can hear
No more your voice.
Do not read my poems…
And think so sad, she’s dead
No, I am alive in every line
And word you read!
Again, inspired by Premji, I submit these few lines – To the poet, Kamala Das, Please read Her Collections..(Only The Soul Knows How To Sing, Summer In Calcutta, My Story)
An excellent tribute to Kamala. The good poets never die. Think of Kabir das, Tulsi das, Mira bai and others.
Yes I knew Kamala Das too as a child....a great tribute to her indeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, it was nice reading your tribute to great kamala das 10