Summer In Calcutta Poem by Kamala Das

Summer In Calcutta

Rating: 3.3

What is this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in
My glass? I sip the
Fire, I drink and drink
Again, I am drunk
Yes, but on the gold
of suns, What noble
venom now flows through
my veins and fills my
mind with unhurried
laughter? My worries
doze. Wee bubblesring
my glass, like a brides
nervous smile, and meet
my lips. Dear, forgive
this moments lull in
wanting you, the blur
in memory. How
brief the term of my
devotion, how brief
your reign when i with
glass in hand, drink, drink,
and drink again this
Juice of April suns.

Soumita Sarkar 12 June 2013

great lines.....................

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Narayanan Kutty Pozhath 25 April 2018

Summer makes you feel hot.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 February 2019

Enjoying the summer and scorching heat is an experience too.

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loppo louie 06 February 2019

Love the poem, Summer in Calcutta., very well written.

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Chinedu Dike 26 July 2022

An insightful creation nicely put together

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Nabakishore Dash 26 July 2022

congrats dear poetess.

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kritty nitty 20 July 2021

this sounds interesting, very cool

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ff 20 July 2021


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curry t 20 July 2021

shut up

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Mountain Man 06 February 2019

a very well written pom Summer in Calcutta...

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Kamala Das

Kamala Das

Punnayurkulam, Thrissur District in Kerala
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