I am sleepless pondering on his benevolent
behavior. That is alright. Why the sea is sleepless along with me? I wonder. The
lady asks her friend-maid.
We ware with the waves on sea and then
on the park where pollen of Punnai-tree flowers fallen on sand.
He, the Man of littoral land gets down
from his chariot; sends away his follower away; comes to our play field;
praises our toy-house; and leaves back without getting any reply from us.
Then, after wards I am suffering
thinking on his behaviors. My shoulders are leaning; bangles are slipping from
position. Watching me, the village is murmuring. So I am sleepless. That is
alright. Why the sea is sleepless dashing its waves fallowing me? I wonder.
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| Falling in love |
A poem by: PerumPutamKotranar son of
Sellur Kilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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