Natrinai 199

The Palmyra tree wears cloth of sand. There is a nest between its branches of the tree. A crane bird raises its voice in pain when laying eggs in the nest. When I hear the voice my heart melts in distress. I feel as I am trying to move from the mud. For, he is not with me. You, my friend, you know the man of littoral land hugged me once. Now, he is not with me. So, I feel in such away. Fishermen will go into the sea on catamaran. They catch shark. The shark twists its body to escape. There will be lamp in the boat. The light of the lamp will move here and there by blowing wind. In the moving light, the fish will appear as star twinkling in the sky. My lover is the Man of such littoral track.

Crane 

Poet: Peri sattanar

Poem belongs to 2^nd century B.C.

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