A story
of a pit of meat
There are Highwaymen. They are
interested only in route junction. They are not interested in rain-fall for
their cultivation. Once they got a chance like festival. They killed a gang of
passerby and shared their wealth. Eagles eat the blood stained meat of the fallen
bodies. Some of them carry some pieces of meat to their young. While they are feeding,
one of pieces of meat bits slipped down. A fox, aged by years catch the
slipping bit and eats.
You, my mind, the hero says, have
decided to go through such a dangerous route. That is o.k.; but I am not ready
to fallow your instructions.
My girl is excellent in her beauty in
all corners. She speaks sweet words. Her teeth are like sugarcane juice in bits.
She is young to enjoy. Her breast is broad to sleep-on. I don’t come along with
you instead of sleeping on her breast.
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| Fox |
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poem by: Madurai Marutan Ilanaganar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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