The hero
redeems his decision of going away for earning. It is rainy season. The rain is
pouring with lightning and thunder. Flood is heavy. Male and female elephants
are swimming hand in hand. There is no bright sun light in the sky. Water is
pouring from heaven to floor with straight drops. There is rain-gauge to
measure rain-fall. Without this gauge, nothing can measure the season. In such
a season we might have enjoying, clubbing her breast like tender mattress. She is
wearing mullai-flower on her hair that spreads fragrant all over the area. Leaving
this opportunity, who will be the idiot, be away in a distant place to be
mended? You, my mind! Redeem.
A poem by: Nallanduvanar, a teacher in
Madurai
 |
| A kind of rain-gauge |
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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