Milk in golden cup is on the floor
without drinking. You are not treading as usual with your alluring steps. You are
lying on bed without sleep. It seems as happy-less happy in your part. What
happens to you, you do not care. However, there seems an intention in your
mind.
Your lover is the Man of the mountain
where peacock sleeps in pepper garden not liking to eat other buds and flowers
in the garden. It seems, once you would have dreamt hugging him. Now you are
enjoying the love-mood. Your mother also read this matter.
You don’t
hide me your dream, the friend-maid says to her lady.
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| hug dream |
Poet: Madurai
Mallanar, son of Alakkar Gnalalar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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