The Old Playhouse - Read the full Poem (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); In most of her poetry Kamala Das is seen to express her bitter feelings toward the loveless martial relationship where the husband always tries to internalize his ideologies to the woman. Her poetry depicts that marriage is no more than a way of learning about one’s self or the completion...

Read The Old Playhouse by Kamala Das- Summary and Analysis (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Kamala Das, as a confessional poetess opens a new arena where the feelings of a female, her dreams, hopes and sufferings are openly depicted in her poetry. Confessional poetry deals with private experience of human beings. Hemanta Singh in “Kamala Das a Confessional...

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna Loved her for the last time and left... That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt So dead that he asked, What is wrong, Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said, No, not at all, but thought, What is It to the corpse if the maggots nip...

They did this to her, the men who know her, the man She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band Of cynics she turned to, clinging to their chests where New hair sprouted like great-winged moths, burrowing her Face into their smells and their young lusts to forget To forget,...

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(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Idea of Self in Kamal Das Poetry Kamala Das (1934-2009) writes the biography of her own with the language of poetry where in most of her writings she tries to express her hunger for love that ultimately echoes the...

The Old Playhouse - Read the Summary and Analysis You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her In the long summer of your love so that she would forget Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless Pathways of the sky. It was not to gather knowledge Of yet another man that I came to you but to learn What I was, and...

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); 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...

Winter Kamala Das It smelt of new rains and of tender Shoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth Of earth groping for roots… even my Soul, I thought, must send its roots somewhere And, I loved his body without shame, On winter evenings as cold winds Chuckled against...

Ya Mohammed Ya Mohammed, May the lord shower His grace upon him! You are the golden dawn That illuminates the dark Arabian nights. The last prophet Who fight for fidelity and truth. We hear about the luminosity of that face Even after the long fourteen centuries. We...

The Freaks by Kamala Das He talks, turning a sun-stained Cheek to me, his mouth, a dark Cavern, where stalactites of Uneven teeth gleam, his right Hand on my knee, while our minds Are willed to race towards love; But, they only wander, tripping Idly...