Purananuru - Part 293

On the elephant that cannot be controlled with a goad the man beats
the drum of warning for the battle to be fought with local chieftains
and it roars out for those people who feel shame. Since she has lost
more things of beauty and value than we have, since the war
has broken out, the girl who sold flowers
is off to another home. You should feel compassion for her!
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Pulavans
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