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| weep |
I am weeping for my bangles to be in
position. But my mother is giving me something irrelevant as treatment. The man
in hungry is to be given food. Instead, if a doctor gives him good medicine
what is the use? Let my mother long live. My man, the man of the hill thinks
the interval between him and me. I tried to drive away up to marriage. But he
is insisting me waiting in a distance in order to save my bangles stand in
position. – The heroine says these words to her friend.
Poet: NatranKotranar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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