It is not the matter what a long
distance he has gone to earn wealth; he will always be thinking of you and your
eyes in love. He will return soon, the friend-maid says to her lady.
It is a forest with Ingai and Sural
thorn-bushes where male tiger kills elephant and drags it on the rock to stain
blood on the rock to quench the hunger of its female and stretch its body. He will
not choose such a dangerous route; and choose the route where elephants go on
hand in hand through the forest where trees of jack-fruit. Where ever he will
go, he will not forget love-glance. He will think of your suffering without
your company for your shoulders. He will return soon. Don’t worry.
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| love look |
A poem by: TayanKannanar of
Erukkattuur village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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