My mother does not know that my mind had already
gone with desire to embrace the Pandya king
of the Koodal country that is surrounded
by coconut trees with lots of coconuts!
But she keeps the empty cage of me in guard
as if the hunter made the bird, Quail, to fly away
from the cage and gaurds the cage unaware of it!
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