Kamala Das

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

Kamala Das Poems

1. The Maggots 3/28/2012
2. The Testing Of The Sirens 3/28/2012
3. Annette 3/28/2012
4. The Stone Age 3/28/2012
5. The Suicide 3/28/2012
6. The Sunshine Cat 3/28/2012
7. The Freaks 3/28/2012
8. The Dance Of The Eunuchs 3/28/2012
9. Krishna 3/28/2012
10. The Rain 3/28/2012
11. Winter 3/28/2012
12. Forest Fire 3/28/2012
13. Relationship 3/28/2012
14. A Losing Battle 3/28/2012
15. Love 3/28/2012
16. Punishment In Kindergarten 3/28/2012
17. The Old Playhouse 3/28/2012
18. Summer In Calcutta 3/28/2012
19. Words 3/28/2012
20. In Love 3/28/2012
21. The Looking Glass 3/28/2012
22. My Grandmother's House 3/28/2012
23. An Introduction 3/28/2012

Comments about Kamala Das

  • Sarif (7/29/2018 6:03:00 AM)

    Very nice

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  • pappi (7/2/2018 8:15:00 PM)

    I want spoiling the name summary

  • sanchita (6/11/2018 10:52:00 PM)

    Beautiful poems

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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

  • Anjalisharma (2/19/2018 11:25:00 AM)

    Pls upload the wild bougnvilla poem by kamla das.......

  • Muhammed Sakkir (2/5/2018 11:08:00 PM)

    Did you know the poem “flog“ written by kamaladas

  • biswaranjan swain (2/1/2018 12:18:00 AM)

    super poet mam thank u for this poem

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 Looking Glass

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,

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