There is no fault on him leaving me
while earning away; it is the fault of my shoulder that lose its bangles; she,
the heroine confess herself.
He speaks words pleasing my mind; and
pledge “I don’t spare you ever”. He is on his duty. After the duty finish he does
not avoid to return back to me as per my friend-maid says. I am counting the
days from the starting day of his departure, making lines on the wall by my
fingers. It is my foolishness.
It is a dreadful forest where flowers Irumbai
will fall on ground by western-wind; and the bear family eats them enjoying. Bamboo-paddies
will fall on ground while black-faced monkeys jump from top to top of bamboos. As
the land is hot by sun, the paddies will crack making sound as knuckle crack. He
went through such a forest. In fact, there is no fault in his part. Without considering
these facts, my shoulders are shedding their bangles down: it is its fault.
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| knuckle cracking |
A poem by: PerunKadunKo, a poet famous
on his poem on arid track
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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