You, dragonfly, you are doing unsavory
towards me. I course you fall in love-sick as I am. I think only your color is
black; now I find your mind also black without kindness. You are singing to eat
honey in the flower of the creeper ridge-gourd creeping in the thorn-fence of
my house leaving the Pasalai-creeper there without fragrance. I try to catch in
my early hood in my play mood. That is why; I am suffering leaving my lover
away. He is on route earning. Please go there and tell him my melancholy.
The lady
leaves his lover a message through a dragon-fly.
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| flowers of ridge-gourd பீர்க்கம் பூ |
Poet: TumbiSerKiranar, the name derived from a
phrace ‘TumbiSer’
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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