Kamala Das

(31 March 1934 – 31 May 2009 / Punnayurkulam, Thrissur District in Kerala)

My Grandmother's House - Poem by Kamala Das

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
To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon
How often I think of going
There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or
Just listen to the frozen air,
Or in wild despair, pick an armful of
Darkness to bring it here to lie
Behind my bedroom door like a brooding
Dog…you cannot believe, darling,
Can you, that I lived in such a house and
Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost
My way and beg now at strangers' doors to
Receive love, at least in small change?


Comments about My Grandmother's House by Kamala Das

  • Gold Star - 16,965 Points * Sunprincess * (6/6/2014 4:19:00 PM)

    ...........an amazing tribute to her grandmother.....the love of family is the most important thing in the world.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012



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