You, girls of sexy with beautiful
labiamajora and vast shoulders! You are refusing to reply my question saying
the name of your residence. You are
standing here where a calf of a cow eats jack fruits at the bottom of the tree
and drinks water flowing nearby from the bamboo forest. The noise of waterfall is
hearing. That is not the matter. The ground is wet in rain. The yield of fox-tail
millet is ready to reap. Will you come over there to gourd the yield stealing
by birds? With these words he expresses his love.
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| vulva \ அல்குல் |
Poet: Peruntachanar of Kachipedu village
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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