Natrinai 175

catamaran
திமில்

Fishermen used to go into sea by catamaran and return with fishes. They hive them on the sand sleep with the lamp light in conch shell. It is the littoral park with huge Punnai tree. The hero is the Man of such land. My mother did not see him at all. Even though, believing the words murmured by the ladies in the street she looks at me ferociously reading the change in my complexion from purity to gloomy greenish. The heroine lady speaks these words to her friend-maid.

Poet: not known

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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