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| 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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