All round me are words, and words and words,They grow on me like leaves, they neverSeem to stop their slow growingFrom within… But I tell my self, wordsAre a nuisance, beware of them, theyCan be so many things, aChasm where running feet must pause, toLook, a sea with paralyzing waves,A blast of burning air or,A … Continue reading “Words” by Kamala Das Summary