He on his route in arid track backs
his mind to ponder about his lover.
It is evening after the bright day when
the dark is covering. An elephant mistaking a hero-stone as a man hicks it; and
suffers with nail breaking as a stem-branch hangs in Palmyra tree. The robbers
are waiting for new comers with wealth to shoot arrows. You, my mind fetch me
here in hot summer. Now you are retreating.
King Kaluvul, a man expert spear-throw
and a philanthropist rules Kamur village. There was Putam Statue under the tree
‘Vengai’. She, my lover has hairs that smell as the flowers of Vengai. You are
thinking her in mid-way. Is it right?
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| Putam \ Ayyanar |
A poem by: Marutan IlaNaganar of
Madurai village
The text is belongs to second century
B.C. or earlier.
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