She has
threatened describing her excellence of beauty. Her nursing mother does this
according to her friend-maid. The friend-maid says to her mother. You, my
mother do not worry about her beauty. This is peaceful time at present after a
heavy rain. On seeing your daughter’s ear ring it is lightning again. On seeing
her hair it is cloud again to rain. On seeing her walk it is peacock stepping
in dance to indicate rain again. These are not true. These are follies in your
mind. There are some Damsels in our garden. It would have threatened you in
dream or make you mad in daytime. If you say like this she will afraid. Usually
if she hears owl’s voice she will afraid hugging you. Again there is nobody to
make her in comfort. Her father is away on hunting with his dogs. Don’t taunt
her.
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| owl |
A
poem by: Kapilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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