His chariot comes to the village. The
peoples are murmuring about her. The mother of the lady watches ferociously on
her. The lady reveals her feelings to her friend-maid. “His chariot came in
daytime. The peoples are murmuring. My mother looks at me. I can’t move outside
to gather flower Mundagam. He wouldn’t return without getting my bliss. What shall
I do?
There is a place where he and I met
before. Flowers Kandal drops spreading on the sand dune. It appears like dots
on the breast of a girl playing doll-game there. Today the chariot is waiting
there for me. What shall I do?
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| doll-game வண்டல் பாவை வகை |
Poet: Ulochanar
Poem belongs to 2nd century
B.C.
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