Pentaland Disciplines- Seventy [50- 52] Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

50."O, you wearing shining jewels! We weren't aware that promises made
before the secret union are lies.Otherwise I would have got the words in writing.Whom could I tell that the chief of the wet landabound with twined Lotus flowers has me in his heart? ", said the heroine to her girl friend.

51."O, my friend wearing beautiful jewels! The whores would make scornful comments on our hero in his absence.But they would keep mum in the presence of our chief, whose fertile land abounds with bursting matchless lotus flowers. It troubles me to think that our hero has sought after these backbiting whores.I couldn't tell my grief
in words", said the heroine.

52."O, dear sisters! Don't grip my chief, whose irrigated land roars with flooding waters, in close embrace. Don't be longing for him, speaking words of love in excess, being blindly bound to him. If you keep a bit away from him, he will shower care on me as before", said thus
the heroine to convince the whores and other heroines present.