Pentaland Disciplines- Seventy [24- 28] Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

24.In the beautiful bushes of the stones strewn land of forests, the Jasmine plants are bursting with red flowers. The clouds poured down through the night without retreat. As our hero delays his return in the time assured, tears trickle down my breasts from my painted eyes. The heroine of wasted youth said to her friend.

27."Lightning flashes, thunder claps and the rain pours. As the whole land of forests bursts with flowers, spreading the scent, the beetles bustle about in joy sucking the honey.The separation in this evening time has made my eyes wet with tears. What shall I do? ", so said the heroine to her friend.

28." O, my friend, wearing select jewels! In this painful evening time of separation, the cowherd wearing a big garland stitched with Kurunthu flowers goads the herd of cows home amidst the bustling beetles.In this rainy season, I am distressed at twilight.
What shall I do? ", the heroine said to her friend.