Daughter eloped with her lover.
Nursing-mother says these words in meloncaly.
She always used to play games
jugglery, coin-tossing and lame-leg once upon a time. But now she likes to be
alone. There is a change in her body and attitude. What happens to her, I
think. I pay a glance at her. She came to me. I touched her eye-brow and hugged.
She embossed me tightly with perspiration. There was a change in it. I couldn’t
read its meaning at that time.
Now
I can understand the meaning of her embrace.
She
is eloping. Her lover praises her staying in heat shadow. The deer family will be
tasting air-water in hot summer.
Would
I have inferred earlier I wouldn’t let her to go anywhere as she likes. I would
have followed her avoiding her elopement.
A
poem by: Kantarattanar of Vannappuram village.
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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