Kamala Das

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

Kamala Das Poems

1. The Testing Of The Sirens 3/28/2012
2. The Maggots 3/28/2012
3. Annette 3/28/2012
4. The Stone Age 3/28/2012
5. The Sunshine Cat 3/28/2012
6. Krishna 3/28/2012
7. The Dance Of The Eunuchs 3/28/2012
8. The Suicide 3/28/2012
9. The Freaks 3/28/2012
10. Forest Fire 3/28/2012
11. The Rain 3/28/2012
12. Relationship 3/28/2012
13. Love 3/28/2012
14. Winter 3/28/2012
15. A Losing Battle 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. In Love 3/28/2012
20. Words 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

  • Rajesh (11/22/2018 7:20:00 PM)

    Could you please upload the poem Jaisurya

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  • saksgam (9/20/2018 7:01:00 AM)

    Very nice liked it...

  • 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

  • Sarif (7/29/2018 6:03:00 AM)

    Very nice

  • 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

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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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,

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