NaPoMo, April 3

A slightly longer poem by Kamala Das, a prominent Indian poetess who passed away a few years ago, is the featured poem today.
And to think I've discovered her only recently (though I've known about her always), because of a dfisparaging remark made by somebody.

I Shall Some Day

I shall some day leave,leave the cocoon

You bulit around me with morning tea,

Love- words flung from doorways and of course

Your tired lust. I shall some day take

Wings, fly around, as often petals

Do when free in air, and you, dear one,

Just the sad remnant of a root, must

Lie behind, sans pride, on double-beds

And grieve. But I shall some day return,losing

Nearly all, hurt by wind, sun and rain,

Too hurt by fierce happiness to want

A further jaunt or a further spell

Of freedom, and I shall some day see

My world, defleshed, de-veined, de-blooded,

Just a skeletal thing,then shut my

Eyes and take refuge, if nowhere else,

Here in your nest of familiar scorn...

Kamala Das

Mandatory warning: 

I know my poet friends need no warning, but for others who might read these posts, all the poems featured this month are only poems I adore and by no means a reflection on or connected with my personal life.