Obsession With Shakuntala Poem by Pulakkumar Ditti

Shakuntala, let me confess,
Miserably I fail to compose
A poem on you.

Oh Ganges of love!
I have sunk deep down,
And go further down
When I see you smiling,
Or giggling or staring
At the sky or playing with the deer.

Oh deer! Had I been a deer,
Could you stay away from me?
I would have sprung around,
And pulled you near,
With the edge of your attire
In my mouth.

My soulful poetry!
Tell me not to write a
poetry on this plant of love,
(Which is) more wonderful
Than this wonderful world.

Shakuntala, I confess,
I am paralysed, intoxicated
And obsessed,
In the vast stretch of green,
With orchards behind,
the Sun rising, breeze kissing
In the Gardens of Eden.

Now, I have slipped into
A state of coma ecstatic,
Shut the door. None is allowed
To disturb my obsession
With Shakuntala, My
Poetry, the ultimate and eternal.