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| folk dance | Tunangai | துணங்கை குரவை ஆட்டத்தின் வேறு வகை |
As you call, we are the girls of
hunters roaming with their blowing horns and hounds in the mountain. Please see
our village there at sight. It is the village where peacock makes its nest to
lay eggs on the open shed where the harvest-gourd used to stand driving to
drive away elephants that come to eat. Please don’t return home. You come to
our village. We will feed you honey saved in bamboo containers. You can see and
enjoy our Kuravai-dance.
Poet: TolKapilar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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