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Wednesday, 3 August 2016

Agananuru 140

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?
 
salt farm 
A poem by: Ammuvanar
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.


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