The friend-maid speaks to the man of
her lady’s lover.
“I am going to leave you for earning”
you are repeating these words. I afraid of saying “that is alright”. I like to
say “not to go”. But it is not possible for me, because, if I say, I feel peoples
from various corner hurting physically on my chest. So I say go, finish your
target and not stay there for a long time. How she response, see her. You are
hugging her to press her ornaments in her breast. There are rain-drops in her
eyes with shivering as chill wind attacks her.
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| romantic lovers \ painting |
Poet: Not known
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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