You my chariot-driver! Do you know
what will be in her mind? Sea waves are dashing shore sand. Sea-crabs are
playing hiding in their hole after making lines on mud cheating the girl’s
eyes. There, I approach my girl and explains my love. She didn’t open her word
of mouth touching the ‘Njalal’ flower in hand and dropped some of its petals. What
she hints by these deeds? Do you know?
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| Flower 'Njalal' |
Poet: tondaiman IlanTiraiyan
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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