The God created the world must be in suffering
as I am suffering, the man suffering to get her lover to enjoy, says these
words.
She has beautiful teeth in row and clamoring
forehead. Her breast is growing to hug me embracing both of our hands. There may
be some intervals then and there. But getting her hug again, it seems, as
difficult as passing through an arid track where cowherds dig pits with their
iron rod to feed water to their cows. Hence, the God created the world must also
be in suffering as I am suffering.
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| hug |
Poet: Nappalattanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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