He is kind. Furthermore he is gentle. He
is to come by this way, the season thinks. In order to welcome him, it is
preparing itself. He is to come in latter-snow season. Tree Maram is budding
among tender leaves in previous-snow season. The spring season graces him to enjoy
again with his girl (me), through the voice
of Indian-cuckoo (koel) sitting among buds. He
made me believe by assuring ‘we will never be separate’. But leaving me alone
went away though the forest where there is no water in ponds; and where there are
hunters hiding behind trees aiming their arrows in bows. How can I covey ‘the
season, you assured to return, has come’. The lady inquires her friend-maid.
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| Indian-cuckoo (koel) |
Poet: Palai Padiya PernKadunKo
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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