She speaks with Foxtail millet.
He, my Man is the owner of the
mountain where female monkey eats the banana grown in the park where the water
of falls flow. You, the yield of the foxtail millet I was guarding you only to
meet my Man in love. Now I am suffering in house arrest of my mother losing my
beautiful complexion. My mother is arranging a festival to worship God Murugu,
who needs lamp sacrifice to cure my love sick. So, I cannot come over there to
guard you yields being stolen by birds. Hence, I request you ‘postpone your yielding
for the time being.
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| foxtail millet |
Poet: Madurai PeruMarudu IlaNaganar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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