He reveals his love-thoughts of
expectations in monologue.
Kuravar, the hill-peoples plow their field
they created in forest and saw fox-tail-millet and gone resting at home. It yields.
Parrots are waiting to eat. They know the sweet voice of the girl, my lover
driving them away from the field. If I hear her voice driving the parrots from
the field, I shall be happy. If I did not hear, her voice that I hear earlier
will kill me.
On hearing this monologue, the
friend-maid will help him to get her meeting, he hopes.
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| fox-tail-millet |
Poet: NochiNiyamamKilar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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