My Grandmother’s House – Kamala Das

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My Grandmother’s House

There is a house now faraway 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 Iisten to the frozen air,

Or in wild despair, pick an armful of

Darkness to bring it here to lie

Behind my bed room 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 stranger’s doors to

Receive love, at least in small change.

             -Kamala Surayya.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/12″][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][/vc_column][/vc_row]