My Mother at Sixty Six

My Mother at Sixty Six poem  critical analysis

Kamala Das' poetry is most frequently recognized as confession booth poetry. "My Mother at Sixty Six" can
additionally be recognized thusly. She is as open and uninhibited in this sonnet as she is in her other well known
confession booth sonnets, for example, "A presentation". She portrays her mom's maturing face and her
response to it decisively. She thinks about her mom's face to that of a
carcass. This is a fairly bleak picture, yet that shouldn't astonish us. As we have said previously, Kamala
Das isn't hesitant to put off her perusers a little assuming it fills the general need of making her sonnet as
legitimate as could really be expected. Thus makes this distinct correlation with show how the most common way of maturing
promptly raises the apprehension about losing her mom in her psyche.
She likewise portrays how that dread upsets her such a lot of that she is compelled to dismiss her consideration.
This dismissing doesn't represent a getting some distance from her obligation towards her mom, yet
just a getting some distance from her own aggravation filled feelings. Despite the fact that her mom is presently not a youthful
lady, she is as yet excellent. To that end the second time around, she looks at her mom's face
with that of the moon on a colder time of year night. This picture isn't dismal, yet wonderful. Nonetheless, both
pictures are utilized to flag the finish of something. The cadaver all the more straightforwardly resolves the issue of
human existence reaching a conclusion.
In any case, the way that the writer has determined that the moon which her mom's face looks like is the
moon found in winter shows that colder time of year is likewise utilized here to flag the finish of a year - another year
that a man has lived, and one that is attracting him nearer to the furthest limit of his life also. Accordingly, even
however the two pictures appear to be disparate, they represent exactly the same thing. They together
represent the quickness of human existence and the conviction of death. This is the artist's greatest dread - that
her mom will pass on, and she won't have the ability to prevent it from occurring.
As a kid, it is regular that one should feel feeble. Notwithstanding, as a grown-up, as a solid and
free lady, as a prominent artist, Kamala Das is in no way, shape or form weak. Yet, where demise is
worried, there is no other viable option for her. She fears that the deficiency of her mom can never be supplanted
in any capacity. In any case, she is resolved not to cripple her mom. So she grins and says
farewell. Yet, one can in a real sense hear her deplorable. It is this concealing of her aggravation that makes
the sonnet lovely and interesting.


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