Rajendran Muthiah Poems

29."Our great and worthy hero is going through the desert to earn enough wealth for the efforts he could make. All along the path through the desert, the tomb stones with inscriptions are buried there. The highway robbers in the desert waylay the way-farers. Such a way our hero passes through, to earn", the maid said to the heroine.

30.How our hero braved to depart from us through the desert land without mercy on us to gain wealth? The robbers use the bow as the plough to ambush the travellors to loot and eat in the desert.How his mind dared to do this? We don't know', the heroine said to her friend.
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32."O, you wearing select jewels! My mind wants to be careless of modesty and accompany my hero.Will our hero exit from us through the desert land where the wild cows do stray without water to drink? ", The heroine agreed not with her friend who made much of the divide.

33."In the way trodden by our hero through the desert, the wild dotted fowls peck at the plants and trees and make the way closed with bits of leaves. The fowls bite and trouble the way-farers.The cruelty of the desert land grills us. Living alone, we are upset by many an abusive word", thus the heroine tells her friend, her predicament.
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35."Our hero has no clear idea that grace is better than wealth. Through the jungle with abundant Pirambu plants, in the gardens surrounding hamlets of the desert land where the squirrels make sounds, and the cocks fight with the quails, if our hero goes off, disregarding the blaming words of the villagers, my mind doesn't agree
with him", so said the heroine to her friend.

36."The path through the desert, our hero has gone is full of thorny bamboo bushes.The dotted wild cat will be roaming in the garden seeking food to its kitten. The highway robbers will be walking about the path in the desert. Crossing all the obstacles, the hero will come soon to wed me, I hope. So I keep calm" the heroine said to her friend.
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" Wait", a shrill voice came in that dead of night
but he walked fast fearing it for a ghost;
and his heart throbbed aloud in complete fright.
The waves hit and retreated from the coast.
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38."The tigers with curved lines on their bodies are prone to hunt
the deer-like animals.The blossoms bearing bushes with strong baseabound in the ways of the desert.Does our valiant hero leave us
to suffer here for earning wealth by his hard efforts? The heroine thus said to her friend who perceived the separation.
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41."When we think of our hero's journey through the desert land with high hillocks, my left eyelashes flutter.Good dreams I have.So there is relief of pain to my soft shoulders.The calls of the lizard nearby bode well about the benefits to come.All these good omens indicate the return of our hero soon", said the heroine.

42."Has my innocent little daughter who followed the killing
tusker-like valiant hero, withered and grieved while passing through the track in the desert? Or else her gentle reddish feet may be walking on the stones filled desert path with her stones laid,
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44." I'm not in good terms with my chief of the town in the farm land. The strumpets have lured him with their garlands. What is the use of blaming the ignorant, strange, distant sluts for the separation of my hero.It's wise to blame my hero", the heroine said to herself.

45."O, you bard! Once, my hero clasped my neck while sleeping.As he has no time now, he has made me to milk our son.I'm old now.Go to thehamlet of prostitutes with growing breasts.Tell my ripe old age to my hero. You can drink toddy and eat varieties of meat there.You can dance before my hero", said the heroine to the bard.
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Your care-worn looks tell your sorrow-laden life.
Thesigns of your plight shows your rueful smile.
Your valour will lead you out of your strife
and God will save you from the persons vile.
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Solaceand comfort to my soul, I seek
and sogo often to the cool, serenehills.
Pleasure boundless, I feel to bathe in the creek
as with celestial joy, my mind, it fills.
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47." The young child of the chief of the wet land surrounded by the fields with fragrant water-bodies, has flower-like eyes. He trampledon his father and thrashed him by his soft feet. The hero pressed the breasts of the heroine who was tired of milking her new born baby.
So sweet is our daughter's domestic life", said the foster mother to the good mother.

48." O, you bard! I'm ignorant.I have the support of my grown up son. What shall we do with my showy, joyous husband? Go and meet my hero who is in the colony of the strumpets decked with a bunch of blossoms on their curled tresses, and looking like the goddess of wealth", said the heroine, and told him to go off her house.
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