Pentaland Disciplines- Seventy [67- 68] Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

67." O, the chief of the unequal vast salt-pans where the waves bring two-pronged crabs and leave them with the female crabsto play on the sand dunes. Paleness is formed on my heroine's shoulders. So she is miserable. You, please wed her soon", the maid said to the hero.

68."O, you heron with small trout in its beaks and red feathers! .When Youpeck at the young fishfor your soft-voicedyoung ones, you have found our secret union. You know well how the chief of thesalt-pans made thewaters go in curved trackand how they gotseparated from me", the heroine looked at the heron and said.