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K. Satchidanandan
SAKUNTALAM
Every lover is cursedto forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.
Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.
Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion’s mouth.
SAKUNTALAM
© 2002, K. Satchidanandan
From: Sakshyangal
Publisher: DC Books, Kottayam
From: Sakshyangal
Publisher: DC Books, Kottayam
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SAKUNTALAM
Every lover is cursedto forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.
Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.
Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion’s mouth.
From: Sakshyangal
SAKUNTALAM
Every lover is cursedto forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.
Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.
Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion’s mouth.
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