We left that old ungainly house
When my dog died there, after
The burial, after the rose
Flowered twice, pulling it by its
Roots and carting it with our books,
Clothes and chairs in a hurry.
We live in a new house now,
And, the roofs do not leak, but, when
It rains here, I see the rain drench
That empty house, I hear it fall
Where my puppy now lies,
Alone.
The Rain
About the poet
Kamala Das
Kamala Das (born Kamala; 31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009), popularly known by her one-time pen name Madhavikutty and married name Kamala Das, was an Indian English poet as well as a leading Malayalam author from Kerala, India. Her popularity in Kerala is based ch…
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The Testing Of The Sirens
The night, dark-cloaked like a procuress, broughthim to me, willing, light as a shadow,
Forest Fire
Of late I have begun to feel a hungerTo take in with greed, like a forest fire that
The Stone Age
Fond husband, ancient settler in the mind,Old fat spider, weaving webs of bewilderment,
The Sunshine Cat
They did this to her, the men who know her, the manShe loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish
Of late I have begun
Of late I have begun to feel a hungerTo take in with greed, like a forest fire that
