Natrinai 194

You, my friend, I hail you. Please think. The male elephant went away with its female and calves leaving the millet field safe. We went to the lonely forest leaving our upper stage made for guarding millet yield. It is a lonely place of thick forest even monkeys did not know. There, we were playing with the Man of the mountain. The parrots usually steal the yield did not destroy the field. We have to host the elephant and parrots for not destroying the yield we are guarding. What kind of hosting we offer to them? The heroine lady and her friend-maid are discussing.

Parrots in the field 

Poet: Marutan Ila Naganar, Madurai village 

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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