Pentaland Disciplines- Seventy [9 - 11] - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
9." The black-eyed monkeys hop over the rocks in the Synod. When the chieftain of the hills had the natural union with me, his clarifying words would do good to me. So I nodded for the union. His love is great and he will ever remain my prop. So don't denigrate my hero's character", so said the heroine to her friend.
10.When the hunters grab the beehives and leave, the calves of the deers kick the dropped down hives with their hooves in the hills of the hero. O, you hero! Marry the heroine soon. Or else she'll die.
So be hurry to wed her.
11."O, hero of the hills with running streams! Once the boars stir up the mud by their horns in the burnt millet field by the hunters, the male monkeys bury the unripe plantain fruits to make them ripe and feel sorry later being unable to trace the spot. Keep your words given to the heroine", said the maid to the hero.
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