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Saturday, 1 October 2016

Agananuru 302

Mother watches my maturity change in my body, the heroine says to her friend-maid.
He is the Man of the mountain where the leaf of red-plantain fondles the back of the elephant
We played in the falls-pond along with him; gather water lilies; and enjoyed fragrant mountain-park with Vengai-flowers.
Now onward, it seems impossible.
My father and brother cultivate yellow-millet in mountain farms. It grows as sugar-cane plant; and is yielding ready to steal by parrots. I expect that my mother will send us to guard the yield. But she looks at me in different curiosity; my emerging breast and fertile hair on my head again and again. I think, she thinks that I will lose my chastity.
What shall I do?
Falls-pond 

A poem by: IlaVetanar, a cloth merchant in Madurai
The text is belongs to second century B.C. or earlier.


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