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| the pillow filled with a kind of swam feather |
The heroine suffers saying “This may
be the last day of my life”.
The entire village is sleeping. There is
no person awaking along with me. The shark is swimming in water. Strom surge and
rain are slashing doors and streets. I am lying on my mattress having inside
the feathers of swam dropped down when it shakes its wing. I am in house arrest
done by my mother preventing me joining my lover. The watch man of my palace is
alarming then and there in the night. The time-keeper rings the bell to
indicate this is midnight. This may be the last day of my life.
Poet: Not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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