The lady speaks to her friend-maid.
He used to come to meet me in when
even the lightning and thunder disturb. He will cross the track where the elephant
trumpets to echo as thunder in the deep valley of the mountain having afraid of
shoot arrows by hunters. He did not come for some time. What happened to him? Will
he forget me?
Poet: MudaTiruMaranar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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