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| Baby on her shoulder |
The king stopped the war. There are blue
water lilies in the rock pond of the mountain. Vengai flowers are blooming in
forest. Bees are humming. The solders are returning catching a straight route
on horse. The hooves of their horse cut the creeper of the forest lily flowers.
This is the scene appears here. There my wife will carry my baby hanging on her
shoulder. The baby will be inquiring about me. She will be diverting him
showing birds moving there with her sweet voice. She will be longing with her
sex feelings. She is beautiful in her hip. – The hero hints these events to his
chariot-drier expecting him drive fast.
Poet: not known
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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