The hero
fall in love with a girl selling salt in his street and says to his mind. There
are two kinds of peoples in the littoral track. One kind of peoples by name
Parathaver lives by fishing. Another kind of peoples by name Umanar lives by
farming salt without plowing the land. They will sell their salt in other
places crossing hill tracks carrying salt in bullock carts. He is a girl
belongs to the latter family. She was selling salt exchanging salt to paddy in
equal measurement rate. She cries her selling rate in street. Hearing this
voice, the pet dogs in houses bark. She stars at the dogs in tread. When I happen
to see her I fell in love. I am sighing in heavy breath as the bulls of her
father sigh while pulling the cart in mud. The sighing exhales the breath as
the smoke raises in the fire when the hill-land maker fires the woods he cut to
cultivate. What can I do?
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poem by: Ammuvanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
Simple sentences. Very easy.keep it up
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