Kamala Das Woman Poems

  • 1.
    There is a house now far away where once
    I received love....... That woman died,
    The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved
    Among books, I was then too young
    ...
  • 2.
    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,
    ...
  • 3.
    Today the world is a little more my own.
    No need to remember the pain
    A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
    Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
    ...
  • 4.
    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
    ...
  • 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.
    How can my love hold him when the other
    Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness
    To his beast? Men are worthless, to trap them
    Use the cheapest bait of all, but never
    ...
Total 7 Woman Poems by Kamala Das

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