Purananuru - Part 255

If I start to scream, I fear that tigers may come for you!
If I hug you and try to lift you up, I cannot raise
your broad chest. May unjust Death, who brought you pain,
shiver till he is exhausted, just as I do. Take my hand
which is still dense with bangles and we
will go into the shadow of the mountain. Only walk a little while.
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Pulavans
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