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If you
want to help her, please take her to your native place. She appears like a
creeper bending. Her eyes are wet in kindness. Her shoulders are bamboo like. She
is the sister of hill dwellers lives shooting beasts.
She left
her beauty on want of your company. She could
not come to the millet field to gourd it as the yield was reaped. Hence, no
other way to cope ups her, except getting her with you to you native village.
- Your village: the honey bird eats honey in the flowers in pond, the flowers on tree Vengai, the flower forest-lily dreaming to eat elephant’s drops in ear.
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poem by: TayanKannanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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