Another day is set to end, and there is still no sign of her beloved King,
caught between hope and despair, she latches on to the doomed swing.
If thoughts could speak, she could've crafted an epic tale of longing,
If looks could burn, the entire forest will go down, her grief acknowledging.
No gentle breeze could move her ear-ring & no rains of joy to cover her tears,
no flowers of wonder to adorn her hair-bun, no gods to answer her prayers.
Day after day, the promising future of bliss appears bleak,
and night after night, only the charm of the past stays without a break.
Like spiders, people wove stories on her enchanted beauty,
kings fought & artists imagined - all for her, as if it's their duty.
But nothing matters to the one who waits....
none could truly comprehend her poignant traits!
The joy of friends and a chirping Koel or a Golden Deer -
things that mattered once are bitter and bereft of cheer.
Still, the alluring angel scans the horizon with her bedazzling eyes....
In Quest of love, even the pain of a wait has some evident highs!
Based on the oil painting by Raja Ravi Varma - 'Sakuntala', which I saw at the Government Museum, Chennai-Egmore. I think it's a replica, as I'm not certain if it's the original one.
11th of May, 2019.
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