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    MY MOTHER AT SIXTY- SIX

    ABOUT THE POET KAMALA DAS (1934) was born in Malabar, Kerala. She is recognized as one of India's foremost poets. Her works are known for their originality, versatility and indigenous flavour of the soil. She published her novels and short stories in English and Malayalam under name Madhavikutty.

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    My Mother At Sixty-six A poem by Kamala Das (Surayya) Driving from my parents' home to Cochin last Friday Morning, I saw my mother beside me, Doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that Of a corpse and realized with pain That she was as old as she looked, but soon Put that thought away, and looked out at young Trees sprinting, the merry children spilling Out of their homes, but after the airport's Security check, standing a few yards Away, I looked again at her, wan, pale As a late winter's moon and felt that old Familiar ache, my childhood's fear, But all I said was, see you soon, Amma, All I did was smile and smile and smile...

    THANK YOU MADE BY R.K RAWAT


    K.V JAMUNA COLLIERY & M.R SHARMA K.V 2 AGRA CANTT

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