Love Of Shakuntala Poem by Hemchandra Dutta

The nest of a sparrow hangs out
From my heart in a rather painless way
My prime desire is to tender
A bird as many poets do

Shakuntala comes and goes
Her very gait gives me
A confidence unto the love of heaven

I give her everything
Food, love and the warmth of my heart
The nest too gets a prominent shape

Alas! She hasn't come to her cage
For many days

The zealousy of my neighbours
The fence erected on the borders
Have cowed her
It is what she has tweeted me

She is merely bird
She is called a bird
As she can create
A tender nest at our hearts

The trees too stand
As a testimony to
Such a faithless nest
And knows
Shakuntala will never return again