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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Love poem Kurunthogai # 355

We could not see the sky
as the dropping rain
You, the Man of the hill, how do you identify my village spreading fragrance of vengai flower?
We could not see the sky as the dropping rain.
We could not see the earth as the flood is flowing.
Everywhere is dark as sun sets.
This is midnight.
All are sleeping.
I am painful.

Words by        - friend-maid
To whom         - hero
Context           - hero is waiting outside in clandestine love
          
Author of the poem is Kapilar
2nd century B.C.

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