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- The king – He is beautiful with his chest decorated with dots and ornaments. He will bend before girls and proud before men having they bend.
- His warriors – They are batting their shoulders “Let us die, because, the king has no war due to internal struggle.
- Uraiyur, the capital – The chariots are moving without the sound of war-band. The streets are swamp by dropped toddy while drinking and it becomes mud when the elephants treading on. There will be joy-band and the king is listening eagerly.
You can approach him to remove your poverty.
Poem by: KovurKizar
Poem to: NalangKilli, the Chola King.
Message: guiding the yazh (a string musical
instrument) musician to receive gifts

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