The man returning back home after war,
says to his chariot-driver. Water lilies in pond, Tontri-flowers in bush and
Kontrai-flowers like golden chain on trees are blooming everywhere in the
forest track. It appears beautiful as spread opening bra of ladies. Drive us chariot
with art works through the forest cutting the water flow on land. She, my wife
will be waiting for me to host with her body. She will be speaking with her son
who just learned walking; making him to sleep saying “I want to receive your
father when you are sleeping”. I like to hear words. Drive fast our chariot.
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| Kontrai flowers like golden chain |
Poet: IdaikKadanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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