Mothers -

Purananuru 278

The old woman's shoulders
were dry, unfleshed,
with outstanding veins;
her low belly
was like a lotus pad.

When people said
her son had taken fright,
had turned his back on battle
and died,

she raged
and shouted,

" If he really broke down
in the thick of battle,
I'll slash these breasts
that gave him suck, "

and went there,
sword in hand.

Turning over body after fallen body,
she rummaged through the blood-red field
till she found her son,
quartered, in pieces,

and she rejoiced
more than on the day
she gave him birth.
Author of original: 
Kakkai Patiniyar Naccellaiyar
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