Panan, a musician is a helping mediator
to his lord in love matter. The gentleman behaves illegally living with a
concubine. A joke happens in the street. The man asks his helper.
It makes me laugh. Is it not? My wife
was training my son to walk using a toy-cart in the street. The child was
wearing anklet in his legs that makes music in its inner stones. I went by the
way. My son saw me. He called me “Appa”. My wife did not like the baby’s call. She
wiped him in his mouth. On seeing this I rushed to take the baby. My wife
appeared with her alluring forehead like crescent and fragrant hair. She leaves
aside and asked me “Who are you, to take my son” in her angry. It makes me
laugh; is it not?
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| walk with modern toy cart |
Poet: NalVellaiyar lives in book shop portion in
Madurai
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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