I am not without him. He is not without
me. That is our relation.
We are living in the village where the
petals of Talai-tree will fall in playground of our Vandal game flown by
northern wind like broken tusk of the elephant.
Even the village forsakes me he will
be with me.
He is the Man of the littoral land
where wave-foam lashes at seashore as the raw cotton cleaned by bow-machine.
I like to play laughing with him.
The lady says
to her friend-maid.
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| Talai-tree |
Poet: Vadama
Vannakkan PeriSattanar, an authority to test the gold carat
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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