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The document is a student's English project submission summarizing the poem "My Mother at Sixty-Six" by Kamala Das. It includes background on the poet, an excerpt from the poem, and details about the student's name, class, admission number, and activity details.

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English Art Integration Project

The document is a student's English project submission summarizing the poem "My Mother at Sixty-Six" by Kamala Das. It includes background on the poet, an excerpt from the poem, and details about the student's name, class, admission number, and activity details.

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ASSISI CONVENT SCHOOL

Noida, Uttar Pradesh-201301

ENGLISH
ART INTEGRATED
LEARNING PROJECT ON

MY MOTHER AT
SIXTY-SIX
BY-KAMALA DAS
SUBMITTED BY
NAME : SNEHA CHAUDHARY

CLASS : XII-E

ADMISSION NO. : S3092

ROLL NO. : 08

ACTIVITY S.NO : 4.1.1.1

DURATION : 25th NOVEMBER 2020

TO 25th DECEMBER 2020


ABOUT THE POET
Kamala Das (19342009)was
born in Malabar, Kerala.
She is recognised as one of
India’s foremost poets.
Her works are known for
their originality,
versatility and the
indigenous flavour of the
soil. She has published
many novels and short
stories. She wrote under
the pen name “Madhavi
Kutty”.
Driving from my parent’s home to
Cochin last Friday morning
I saw my mother
beside me doze,
open mouthed,
her face ashen
like that
of a corpse

and realised with


pain that she was
as old as she
looked
but soon
put that thought away,
and looked out at Young
Trees sprinting,
the merry children spilling
out of their homes
but after the airport’s
security check, standing a few yards
away, I looked again at her, wan, pale as
a late winter’s moon
and felt that old
familiar ache, my childhood’s
fear, 
Seeyou
soon,
Amma

But all I said


was, see you
soon, Amma,
All I did was
smile and
smile and
smile…..
The end
THANK YOU FOR
YOUR ATTENTION

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