Purananuru - Part 299

The horses—though moving unsteadily because they had been fed
only husks of black gram from the ruler of a village hedged in
with cotton bushes—like ships cutting through the ocean split
open the front of the army! The horses of the rulers of riverine cities,
though they eat paddy mashed with ghee and are close curried and garlanded,
stand frozen in fear, like women in their time of the month, when
they must not even touch dishes, who have entered the temple of avenging Murugan!
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Pulavans
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