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| play-mates |
He is waiting outside for her in
clandestine love. The friend-maid hints him the impossibility of meeting by narrating
with her lady.
We are intimate friends having one
life in two bodies. Then what is secret between us? We are ashamed the
assurance of all gentle-men in general. Your man assured you of marrying. But he
didn’t. He is rounding me to help him to get you. I am afraid of the secret
love matter revealing to our mother. He seems not worrying about it. He convinces
me what else went wrong, our play-mates knowing already the love matter. My heart
is beating.
Poet: ILAMBOTIYAR
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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