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| Blacksmith's furnace |
The heroine expresses her feelings to
her friend-maid.
Bangles in my shoulders are loosening.
My eyes are decreasing in their attractiveness. My forehead falls in greenish. My
vaginal part feels some lines and dots. Only my hair has maintaining its
darkness. Women in the village are murmuring upon my love relation.
You, my friend is solacing me with
words “He wouldn’t leave you suffer”.
Blacksmith spill some water to decrease
the flame in furnace.
In such away your consoling words are
decreasing my distress.
Poet: Natramanar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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