My
back is not mine. It is her back. Let my mother lash it as her will, the
daughter says while her nursing mother is lashing. When her daughter elopes,
the nursing mother cries ‘let my hand be cut into two pieces’ which lashed her
one time with a stick.
She is eloping with her lover in
lonely forest according to eye witness information. Mite Silvidu raises its
voice sitting on trees. It is like the bell ringing sound. Chameleon climbs on
trees. Elephants with wound attacked by tiger will be roaming. In such a
dreadful route she is passing.
My
daughter grows in her father’s luxurious house. When the elephant trumpets, the
crane bird cries as echo. There will be band music all times. When she walks I
feel worrying there will be pain in her legs. Once I lashed her catching her
hair in one hand and a stick in other hand to condemn her character. Then she
feels nothing in belief of her back is not belongs to her but for her nursing
mother.
King Titiyan cut the royal tree Punnai
of the King Anni in a battle at Hurukkai Parandalai. As the tree was cut, my
hand will be cut into two as a punishment for having lashed her one time, the
nursing mother cries.
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cut piece of a hand the nursing mother wants her hand to but as this as a punishment for lashing her daughter one time |
A
poem by: Kayamanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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