A Losing Battle

Poem By Kamala Das

How can my love hold him when the other
Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness
To his beast? Men are worthless, to trap them
Use the cheapest bait of all, but never
Love, which in a woman must mean tears
And a silence in the blood.

Comments about A Losing Battle

Men are worthless, to trap them Use the cheapest bait of all, but never Love, great poetic expressions. tony
thanks for sharing this view what love of a woman is all about.
a great poem. love is a sensitivity. it must not descend down to the carnality.
.......very nicely written ★ How can my love hold him when the other Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness
Wow! a very nice poem.I invite you to read my poems.


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