Mother feels about her daughter
eloped.
Woman-hood appears in her curling hair
and budding breast like a cup. I enjoyed her with these beauties yesterday. My
ignorance made me to get her in safe custody. My house is fortified as the city
Madurai under the rule of King Valuti. She left my house with her anklets in
leg that alarms moving. Will she be now passing with her lover, a man of bull,
having a spear in hand? Will she be crossing the wet-less track where dove eats
Indian-gooseberry that shed down as thread-cut pearl-ornament? Will she be
eating cooked meat in the yard of hunters’ hut in the small village?
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| Indian-gooseberry |
A poem by: Kirattanar of Kudavayil
village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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