The relentless wait of Shakuntala for her lover Dushyant, a mythological tale of love and pining. A modern take by a contemporary poet.

The sepia bill of a restaurant
Where they first kissed
“Wait for my call “.
Dushyanta said to Shakuntala
and ended the call.
Seconds turned to minutes,
minutes to hours,
hours to days and
days to years,
She waited.
Waited amidst the conrete jungle
with happy memories.
Dushyanta ‘s words of luxuries.
The next few hours
she ransacked her room like insane.
Frantically trying to
find something
to ease her haunting pain.
Ah! With a great relief,
She had a strong belief.
She found it.
And her gloomy eyes lit.
This he could never missed.
The sepia bill of a restaurant
Where they first kissed.
“My Love”
Will he remember?
Slowly, she hissed.
Pic courtesy: Pixabay
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Beautiful. Completely relatable yet context intact. Putting new life to Kalidasa’s version