Kamala Das

(31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009 / Punnayurkulam, Thrissur District in Kerala)

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  • saksgam (9/20/2018 7:01:00 AM)

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  • Zeenu (8/19/2018 12:50:00 AM)

    so nice

  • Pooja (8/17/2018 7:38:00 AM)

    I want spoiling the name poem ,that is in my pg syllabus

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    I want spoiling the name summary

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  • aiswarya devi p (4/8/2018 9:09:00 AM)

    please upload the stanza wise explanation of the poems naani, a hoynoon in malabar and middle age.

  • aiswarya devi p (4/8/2018 9:03:00 AM)

    please upload the poem naani

  • anto k.m. (3/18/2018 7:00:00 AM)

    please upload the poem middle age

Best Poem of Kamala Das

An Introduction

I don't know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
I amIndian, very brown, born inMalabar,
I speak three languages, write in
Two, dream in one.
Don't write in English, they said, English is
Not your mother-tongue. Why not leave
Me alone, critics, friends, visiting cousins,
Every one of you? Why not let me speak in
Any language I like? The language I speak,
Becomes mine, its distortions, its queernesses
All mine, mine alone.
It is half English, halfIndian, funny ...

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The Stone Age

Fond husband, ancient settler in the mind,
Old fat spider, weaving webs of bewilderment,
Be kind. You turn me into a bird of stone, a granite
Dove, you build round me a shabby room,
And stroke my pitted face absent-mindedly while
You read. With loud talk you bruise my pre-morning sleep,
You stick a finger into my dreaming eye. And
Yet, on daydreams, strong men cast their shadows, they sink
Like white suns in the swell of my Dravidian blood,

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