We are wearing Vengai (Indian Kino
tree) flower in our open braided hair. He fell in love as soon as he sees me
and hugged. What will be the future I am worrying. The millet is now come to
the stage of reaping. After reaping is over, we will not come to gourd the yield;
and to the mountain valley with Kandal and Kutalam flowers where he enjoyed me.
What will be the future of my love affairs, I am worrying, the lady says to her
friend-maid.
The loving
man, hearing in a distance, get her married, is the aim.
Poet: Vennaganar,
a goldsmith in Thangal village
This is a poem of second century B.C.
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