Purananuru - Part 256

O potter who makes pots! Potter who makes pots!
Like a small white lizard caught on the spoke of a turning wagon wheel,
I've come with him across wasteland after wasteland. Take pity
upon me as well! And on this wide earth spreading out
in far-ranging expanses, fashion him a burial urn, one
that will be large, potter
who makes pots in the ancient town spreading out in great expanses.
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Pulavans
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