He is the Man of the wet-field country
with white water-lilies; suitable to wear; the cow after delivery eats them;
the age old ox eats the remaining flowers. You, my lady, if you want to have
your husband always hugging you, please fallow my words, the friend-maid requests
her lady informing these words. Really you are beautiful with your alluring
smile. But he is different. He likes new girls as the beetle search for new
flower everyday in pond. According to the village he is not ‘a man’ to be
mended.
Be careful.
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| white water-lilies வெள்ளாம்பல் \ வெள்ளை ஆம்பல் |
Poet: Madurai
Marutan Ilanaganar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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