The lady says to her friend-maid.
He used to call me as “You my girl
with alluring hair”.
Calling like this, he would, at least,
have asked me are you ready to come along with me in the forest eloping.
It is the forest with enormous Kumilam-fruits
fall on ground when female deer rub its body on the tree; the fruits fall as
golden balls shed broken from women’s ornaments.
Now, he has changed his mind to earn
money in a distant place. He went through the route where tigers search for
prey.
I am worrying.
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| Kumilam-fruits |
Poet: KavanMullai Pudanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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