The sun rises in East Sea and sets in
western hill. It is now evening. Women lights the lamp pouring fish oil. Entire
village is calm except roaring of the sea. Why can’t you stay in my village for
the night with my lady? The friend-maid of the lady asks her lover. Her father
is at sea fishing shark that damaged his red-end net last night. They will not
return back without catching the escaped fish. It is a chance.
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| fishing by net in river |
Poet: Potanar of Sullam part in Madurai village
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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