The friend-maid advises her lady’s
lover not to come night-time; come in daytime.
The forest has rain enough to fertile
forest the elephant herd enjoy eating there is lightning swards in war and
thundering at present. You come by this time. “Without having her hug, my eyes
are refusing to sleep” you say. You come in dark on the way there is no human
touch. You think that is easy to you.
So, she likes your sandal paste allied
chest; and feels if she has missed a day-hug her ornaments slipping from the position
in her body.
Please come in daytime even though it
becomes know to her mother and the peoples of the village start murmuring.
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| Murmuring |
A poem by: Kapilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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