Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Stone Age Comments

Rating: 3.4

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,


Kamala Das
Dr Antony Theodore 28 July 2020

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, very expressive of the inner feelings. tony

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