Poems ✍️

The Poet Sathanar continued and said,
While Illangovadigal, the gracious heard,
"Once in the Capital Madurai town,
I was in a temple lying down."
"It was a temple of the Lord.
The hair-tress on His head
Was seen beautifully covered
By Konrai flowers, yellow colored."
"The presiding deity of Madurai town,
Appeared and told the distressed woman,
"Oh you, the destroyer of this town,
What a fit of anger you've shown."
"It was the irony of your destiny,
That caused your miseries so many.
Your husband in his previous birth,
Earned a curse that caused his death."
"The wife of a merchant, Sangaman,
She gave this curse to your man,
Who cannot be now like others seen,
In the shape of a living man."
"In an astral body you can find him,
On the fourteenth day by the sunset time."
This was exactly what I heard,
On that midnight, the poet said.