SAKUNTALAM Poem by Koyamparambath Satchidanandan
SAKUNTALAM
Every lover is cursed
to forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.
Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.
Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion's mouth.
It is an excellent poem refreshing the memory of Shakuntala, Bharat playing, Dushyanta's forgetfulness, all those as Goethe took to and admired it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/9/2024 8:41:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem is a profound comment on the contemporary times, the interpersonal relationships, drawing images from “Sakuntalam”. Wonderfully expressed.