On those
days he, the man of littoral track used to come every day and stay playing with
us. Even the waves in sea are in peace, the fisher-men would not row boats and
big fishes play in lagoon he wouldn’t fail to come. He will come in his chariot
decorated. But now his behavior is not like that. He didn’t come at all. Now
she suffers in her love-sick. She looks at the love-birds on Palmyra tree in
the house promises. She thinks the birds’ character not being alone happy, if
one bird parts. “What shall I do for her?” The friend-maid of the heroine lady
says these words to a musician a mediator. She asked him “Why not you go his
village in disguise and convey her position in person?”
A poem by: PutanjSattanar
The text is
belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.
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