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Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Natrinai 143

Termed Parrot
I am a useless woman. New sand is spread in my house yard. I am seeing there the play-mates of my daughter. I am also seeing there the Nocchi plant, the shadow in which my daughter played. When I happen to see them tears are moving from my eyes. Her termed parrot in cage asks me ‘Kilai’ (where is my play-mate?). Meanwhile, I feel my daughter eloped did nothing wrong in her part. The women in the village were murmuring about her. At that time I didn’t care their murmuring. I tapped my daughter saying your hair spreads fragrance. Now I feel without her presence. The feelings of the mother go in this way of thought.

Poet: KannaKaran Kotranar
Poem belongs to 2nd century B.C.

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