All round me are words, and words and words,
They grow on me like leaves, they never
Seem to stop their slow growing
From within... But I tell my self, words
Are a nuisance, beware of them, they
Can be so many things, a
Chasm where running feet must pause, to
Look, a sea with paralyzing waves,
A blast of burning air or,
A knife most willing to cut your best
Friend's throat... Words are a nuisance, but.
They grow on me like leaves ona tree,
They never seem to stop their coming,
From a silence, somewhere deep within...
Wors
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 Rain
We left that old ungainly houseWhen my dog died there, after
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
