Won't You Be Able To Shake Off The Lurking Image Of Maud Gonne? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Why to be, Sire,
After Maud Gonne,
Shedding her spectre,
Shadow,
Come you out afresh,
What it in her,
There are so many like her,
Won't you find anyone
For you
Rather than to be
After Gonne, the same Gonne
Turning your proposal down often
And you couldn't be able to shake off
Her shadow lurking over
And you walking beneath the image
And so were your love and lust,
O Irish poet of wild swans and the Lake of Innisfree,
Myths overtaking you
As for an unfolding?