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 kings of the sea!
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull'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.
-Sarojini Naidu
The Coromandel Fishers
A film maker from India who has recently rediscovered his passion for photography.
@k@: Thank you for the generous appreciation Karine! You always express your feelings so well and describe the image just as I felt it but couldn't put into words. I so appreciate that:)
@Becky: Thank you Becky and its wonderful to hear from you. Hope you are well:)
@Bettina: Thanks Betty! It's great to hear from you after all this time & I do hope all is well with you & yours:)
@Evelyne Dubos: Thank you Evelyne & I forgot to say you are looking very good! Cheers again!
This image has been featured in 2 Remix collections.