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| She is pondering the post |
Hero is waiting outside a distance to
hear the conversation. Heroine speaks to her friend-maid. I am living here
among the happy village. While I think the way in which he comes to me, I am afraid
of.
Here, the people places tusk on rock
bed. They pinch meats by their nail to eat. The street smells badly. They are
in happy mood. I am here.
My lover comes everyday to be with me.
It is merciful. He is coming on the bank of river. It is to flaw wet in flood
and rain. Thundering kills the cobra in dance. Male elephant was dragged by
flood while it holds the female. This is the way in which he is coming. That is
why I am afraid of.
Poet: TolKapilar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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