Spgm 003 - Brief Story Poem

What the tribal of Kudanadu in the western hills saw? *** Illangovadigal renounced his royal life. In the ascetic robes he stayed aloof. Some tribal, one day, went to him. A tragic love story they told him. "Under the shadow of a Vengai tree, That spread healthy air free, It had plenty of golden flowers, Which fell down like showers.: "We saw there an ideal woman Having lost her partner one. Under this tree she stood In a melancholy mood." "Up from the sky came down, Messengers from the Heaven, From a beautiful chariot golden, And close by her they got down." "Accompanied by her husband, They led her Heaven-bound. It was a strange sight for us, Oh noble monk, may you hear this."