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| Chariot | Cairo Museum |
It is Palmyra tree. Its trunk is under
the sand. it is the village yard where enormous wealth was heaved. All the
wealth was given to new comers as charity. I liked the village and the people
once upon a time.
There is a beach the waves lash. A
horse-chariot came there leaving foot-impression. The gentle man rides on it
showered a smile upon me. Then onward there is no interest in the village.
The lady says to her friend-maid.
Poet: KadapPillaiyar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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