The man blames his decision leaving
his lover to earn in a distant place. Flower Karuvilai like the eye in feather
of a peacock swings in northern wind in chillness. She, his lover is in pain
pondering him while he is not with her. She is in her appealing complexion in
her shoulder and flowers in her braided hair. She opens her mouth in sweet words.
“You, my mind”, the man says, “I am to leave her on earning”. This decision
shows how the poverty affects a man.
Poet: PeruntalaiChattanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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