The Coromandel Fishers

The Coromandel Fishers :


Rise, brothers rise, the waking skies
Pray to the morning light
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore
And set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide
For we are the sons of the sea.

Sarojini Naidu


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