Kamala Das Hair 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.
    Annette,
    At the dresser.
    Pale fingers over mirror-fields
    Reaping
    ...
  • 3.
    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
    ...
  • 4.
    Of late I have begun to feel a hunger
    To take in with greed, like a forest fire that
    Consumes and with each killing gains a wilder,
    Brighter charm, all that comes my way. Bald child in
    ...
  • 5.
    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
    ...
  • 6.
    It was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came
    To dance, wide skirts going round and round, cymbals
    Richly clashing, and anklets jingling, jingling
    Jingling... Beneath the fiery gulmohur, with
    ...
  • 7.
    The night, dark-cloaked like a procuress, brought
    him to me, willing, light as a shadow,
    speaking words of love
    in some tender language I do not know ...
    ...
Total 7 Hair 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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