Purananuru - Part 86

You grasp the fine pillar that holds up my small house
and you ask me “Where is your son?” I do not know
where my son may be. Like a cave of rock
that a tiger inhabited and then abandoned
is this womb which gave birth to him!
You will find him out there somewhere on the battlefield.
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Pulavans
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