What Her Girl Friend Said before the elopement

Kuruntokai 369

The summer wind
blows through the wayside
sirissa trees,

the dry seedpods
rattle
like anklets with pebbles in them.

You can go with him now
through that desert,
my friend.

At last our man has given in.
Author of original: 
Kutavayir Kirattanar
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