Sling stone passes like comet fall.
My health is spoiling in love-sick on
my Man of the mountain. My mother is doing something irrelevant to cure my
health. My mother is spending a lot of money giving to ‘Velan’ the priest of
God Murugan. He, wearing garland in his neck, tries to sacrifice a lamp which
is so young that tries to eat tender leaves because of non availability of its
mother’s milk. It makes me shame. You, my friend tell me what shall I do? The lady
asks her friend-maid.
My bangles are sliding down. It is the
love-sick on my Man of the mountain where the elephants come to field to eat
the yield of yellow millet at night; the man guarding the yield shoot stones
using his sling; the stone flows fast as comet fall; it will hit Vengai-flower
fall; and then spoil the honey-hive; and at last stay entering into the
jack-fruit. He my lover is the man of such kind mountain.
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| Sling |
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| Comet Sling stone goes fast as comet |
A poem by: Kapilar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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