Agananuru 89

Nursing mother send her daughter elopes with her lover. But she thinks of her tendency.

There is hot sun in the mid-daytime. The land is dry without rain. Mirage is cheating appearing as water. The owl is raising its voice from canyon valley of the mound. The dry fruits in ‘Velam’-tree are falling on the ground. The cricket-birds are making sound as a stone flying with a whistling sound from a sling being on the tree. She has to pass through, such a kind of route.

cricket-bird | சில்வீடு | சில்லுவண்டு 

The washer-man used to clean the cloth mixing salt-soil. The route she has to pass will be up and downs where the soil dig by washer-man. The land-dwellers of the soil are hunters. The passers-by will come with wealth loaded on donkeys. The hunters kill the passers-by and throw their bodies that smell badly. They will share the wealth they have stolen among inhabitants of their village.

Has my daughter ability to cross such a dangerous forest? I doubt.

When she was in my house, I used to feed her some milk mixed with honey. She will refuse. She will play all along the shed here and there, when I beat her impressing to drink. Her body is tender with her shoulder like that of a bamboo.

I feel worrying.

A poem by: KanjiPulavar lives in Madurai

The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.

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