Purananuru - Part 295

When she contemplated the majesty of that handsome man
who in the middle of a battlefield that was like the ocean
rising, had advanced, his sword forged in fire stretching out
ahead of him, leading his troops into the battle where hurled
missiles fell men, shouldering into the oncoming army,
cutting open space until he died between the two hosts,
that warrior's mother, with her inflexible will,
was overcome by love then and again her withered breasts gave milk.
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Pulavans
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