Even
I think, I couldn’t part you, he consoles her. Entrepreneur is a mercy-less
deed. Even though, it is the virtuous venture of men sex. Money is not
valuable. Though, it is strength. Men engage in earning.
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| Tender leaves of Mango tree Her complexion is like tender leaves of Mango tree |
They
pass through the forest of sun heating. There will be trees burned. The people
living there will be strong enough as tiger. They appear with their removable rod-anklets
in their legs. They sleep in the village court-yard. The passer-by also has to
sleep along with them. His girl-friend is beautiful by her face-cut. She will
speak few words of sweet. She wears bangles inn her fore-hand. She appears with
her pearl-armament breasts-between. That is part in which flower-garland of her
man spoils when hugging. Who can do with her such a love-deed with her except
her lover? The hero speaks like this.
You are tender leaf of Mango tree in complexion.
You are a girl with narrow waist and hip with jewelry. If I part you will
suffer sulking on me. I shall never do you suffering. Believe me.
A
poem by: Pottanar of Madurai
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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