The heroine says to her friend-maid.
There are tender leaves in Mango tree.
Cuckoo is singing sitting in its branches. Old leaves have fallen on ground
from the trees. Bees are humming in flowers as Yal-musician plays Palai rhythm.
Summer has come in which he rests enjoying on the sand of a pond on pollen bed
forgetting our house. There is no other way. Let us go there to say ‘it is not
good for you being mercy-less leaving me to suffer so as to fall my bangles
from my hands’.
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| Cuckoo |
A poem by: Tangal PorkKollanar
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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