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Poem 01 Final

Poem 01 Final

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Published by Rubina Fatima

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Published by: Rubina Fatima on Apr 24, 2011
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My Mother at Sixty-six
Kamala Das 
An Elementary SchoolClassroom in a Slum
Stephen Spender 
Keeping Quiet
Pablo Neruda 
A Thing of Beauty
John Keats 
A Roadside Stand
Robert Frost 
Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers
Adrienne Rich
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My Mother at Sixty-six
 About the poet 
Kamala Das
(1934) was born in Malabar, Kerala. Sheis recognised as one of India’s foremost poets. Her worksare known for their originality, versatility and theindigenous flavour of the soil. Kamala Das has publishedmany novels and short stories in English andMalayalam under the name ‘Madhavikutty’. Some of her works in English include the novel
 Alphabet of Lust 
(1977), a collection of short stories
Padmavati the Harlot and Other Stories 
(1992), in addition to five books of poetry. She is a sensitive writer who captures thecomplex subtleties of human relationships in lyricalidiom,
My Mother at Sixty-six 
is an example.
Before you read 
 Ageing is a natural process; have you ever thought what our elderly  parents expect from us? 
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Driving from my parent’shome to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother, beside me,doze, open mouthed, her faceashen like that of a corpse and realised withpainthat she thought away, andlooked but soonput that thought away, andlooked out at youngtrees sprinting, the merry children spillingout of their homes, but after the airport’ssecurity check, standing a few yards

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