There is cheerleading in his start to
earn wealth. She, his spouse cheers him. But, she appears with tears in her
eyes. She is wearing selected ornaments. He says.
I call her; she comes in her usual
modesty; I should not leave her, is her intention. Even though she neither asks
me anything nor stops me. A fragrant comes from her flowing hair. She thought something.
All of a sudden she hugged my chest with her breast. As a raw soil-pot filled
with rain water my heart is moved to leak, my heart brimmed with earning wealth
moved spoiling.
He decided to
be with her.
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| hug |
Poet: IlanKiran
son of Eyinantai
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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