Spring was in a playful mood bestowing its bounty
painting the garden in ruddy bouquets
the breeze intoxicated with the fresh lotus scent,
amidst stood the mesmerizing damsel along with her maidens
Shakuntala, found in a Shakunta flock, reared by Rishi Kanva
was an epitome of beauty and devotion
she met the charming king Dushyanta in the woodland
when he was in a hunting spree
awestruck with her enchanting elegance he decided to marry her
her slender frame complimenting the swaying stalks, her rose-dyed lips,
her sea-like eyes in the depth of which he lost himself, the
silken drape that concealed her curves resembled the Melting Gold
the night crowning her head tied in a tight bun
festooned by an assemblage of fragrant blooms
her captivating glances, her honey-dipped words stirred the king’s hidden emotions
his valour, the athletic built enticed her
the song of the fragile heart whistling
inside his skeletal cage grabbed her ear
and the soul hymn transmitted from one to another
but she hid her excitements behind the veil of her lashes
enacting that a thorn pricked her satiny feet
Shakuntala stole a glance of her charming King,
the surreal moment, the tranquil ambience
rendered the passionate doves
a yearning that’s prevalent amongst young hearts
Anusuya and Priyamvada, her playmates
oblivious to the affection brewing
kept strolling, whispering while
their Soul-talk resonated in the rustling leaves, the gentle breeze and the twittering herds.
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