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| Kumbamela festival - river bath |
If we appeal to our mother that we
intend swimming in fresh flood flowing with foam and carrying flowers, shall
she grand our request? No. She wouldn’t. To be at homing, idle without playing
along with friends, is not a good culture; it will make health of our body
decay. Even if we cite these truths, mother will not bend her decision. There was
heavy rain in last midnight, you know.
By these words of the friend-maid to her
lady, conveys their position of watch-control without moving outside to the
loving hero of her lady.
Poet: PiranSattanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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