“You, my sweet, walk happily. See, dark
is covering. It seems the rain is to come making snakes hide in safety. You arehearing bell sound from the cow's neck. That is my village. Let your hair wave
as a peacock dancing, spreading its feather. The eloping man encourages his
lover.
 |
| termed cow with bell to ring |
Poet: Kavitigal Sadevanar of Avur village.
This is a poem of second century B.C.
No comments:
Post a Comment