Purananuru - Part 118

That small reservoir with its clear water and its sloping
shore like a half moon running along hills and knolls
now is shattered in the land that was once governed
from cool Parampu by Pari who gave
chariots away and whose massive arm held a sharp spear.
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Pulavans
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