You, my daughter, I am here in your
fort-house; your nice ball is not in use; your plant Vayalai is fading without pouring
water by your hand. Your playground and Nochi plant with its leaves like
peacock foot, rest lonely. When I happen to see these I am worrying in thought
of you.
Your friend-mad converses along with
me; suppose, she will be in the forest; when heat of the sun is low, when the loving
dove bird calls its spouse, when evening falls, she will be looking her lover
standing with his spear; she will be suffering for the lone dove bird.
You my
daughter, what shall I do, the mother of the eloping lady says.
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| Nochi leaf as peacock foot |
Poet: Kayamanar
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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