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Coromandal Fishers :

Rise, brothers, rise, the wakening 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!

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track
of the seagull’s call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our comrades all.

What though we toss at the fall of the sun where
the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in
his breast our lives.

Sweet is the shade of the coconut glade, and the
scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o’ the moon
with the sound of the voices we love.

But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray
and the dance of the wild foam’s glee;
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the verge,where
the low sky mates with the sea.

Sarojini Naidu

Sarojini Naidu was born in February 1879 in Hyderabad. Her first collection of poems titled GOLDEN THRESHOLD was published in 1905. Her poems are in English, but have an Indian soul. The independence of India was the heart and soul of her work. After the independence she became the first woman governor of Uttar Pradesh. She passed away in March 1949.

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