Spgm 003 - Brief Story Poem Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

What the tribal of Kudanadu
in the western hills saw?
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Illangovadigal renounced his royal life.
In the ascetic robes he stayed aloof.
Some tribal, one day, went to him.
A tragic love story they told him.

"Under the shadow of a Vengai tree,
That spread healthy air free,
It had plenty of golden flowers,
Which fell down like showers.:

"We saw there an ideal woman
Having lost her partner one.
Under this tree she stood
In a melancholy mood."

"Up from the sky came down,
Messengers from the Heaven,
From a beautiful chariot golden,
And close by her they got down."

"Accompanied by her husband,
They led her Heaven-bound.
It was a strange sight for us,
Oh noble monk, may you hear this."