He took
my hale and hearty with him. Will he return it back, she says to her
friend-maid.
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| Kurumpul, a kind of quail |
It is
shadow-less arid track. Eagle is searching for prey. A kind of quail 'KURUMPUL' is running to a
safety place. It enters into dry-plant bush. Then it runs through a
village-yard. It is a place where cowherds rest for some time. There was a
deserted thatched house. The quail finds a safety place inside the slope thatched
roof. It once again sighs.
He,
my lover passes such kind of route. I am expecting for his safe return. Will he
return back my beauty he has taken away with him?
A
poem by: SenKannanar of CauveyPumPattinam village.
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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