Kamala Das Body Poems

  • 1.
    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,
    ...
  • 2.
    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
    ...
  • 3.
    This love older than I by myriad
    Saddened centuries was once a prayer
    In his bones that made them grow in years of
    Adolescence to this favored height; yes,
    ...
  • 4.
    Your body is my prison, Krishna,
    I cannot see beyond it.
    Your darkness blinds me,
    Your love words shut out the wise world's din.
    ...
  • 5.
    Bereft of soul
    My body shall be bare.
    Bereft of body
    My soul shall be bare.
    ...
  • 6.
    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
    ...
  • 7.
    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
    ...
Total 7 Body Poems by Kamala Das

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Chouadhry Ahmad Arslan : Kamla das' funeral was according to Hinduism or Muslim?
Please inform about it
nishita : she is really a good poet at that time and her poems was also so meaningful positivity

POUSHALI DAS: kamala was born in punnayurkulam' malabar district kerala, india(present-day thrissur districtr,
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