What Her Girl Friend Said when He Sent a Flattering Minstrel on His Behalf -

Kuruntokai 127

Dear man from the city
of portia trees and rice fields
where

the small barbus fish
slips sometimes
from the heron's beak
and dives into the water
but fears ever after
the white bud of the lotus,

since one of your minstrels
was a liar,
all your minstrels must seem liars
to the women you abandon.
Author of original: 
Orampokiyar
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.