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This is a scene in clandestine love. Hero
goes earning in a distant place beyond the boundary of three-Tamil-kings where
the people are speaking the language other than Tamil. This news spreading all
over the village falls on the ears of the heroine lady. She shares the news
with her friend-maid.
Sun raises red in color and makes
trees dry. Animals are also dying by the attack of heat. There was no rain.
Kite has its young in its nest on the
branches of Ya-tree which also seems without leaves.
The people of that area are living by
hunting passersby killing to die. The kite eats the flesh of the dead man and
carries the dead-body’s eye to its young to feed. Such a dreadful area, it is.
A
poem by: Ma-Mulanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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