This is the monologue of the heroine.
It is dawning. The hill appears in
sight. Bees are singing in flowers. The crane birds in Kandal-tree are raising
their voice. The large waves in sea are now small. Fishing boats in sea are now
at shore. The crabs are hiding themselves in their hole. The sky appears in red.
The male and female Antril-birds active in night are resting on Palmyra-tree
together. The flowers in lagoons are shutting. Flowers of Punnai-tree at house yard
are blooming in golden color. I pass the day time watching all these.
The night came.
What will happen to me, I am in worry.
It is midnight. The owl in tree hole screams.
I feel Ghosts are roaming.
My heart is beating in fear of
loneliness.
My lover behaves kindles. What shall I
do?
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| Fishing boats in sea are now at shore |
A poem by: MosiKaraiyanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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