The breeze, felt
i
The sound of a
sigh
The women of the
house
In await of
their spouse
The fragrance of
the sea
The air of the
coast
Dawn as it
arrives with the crimson shade
Far at the
horizon I see the mast
The womenfolk
rejoice
As the await
ends
The crimsons
have given way
And I see the minarets,
poise
The city awakes
with the sound of the bell
It is indeed the
call from “The Arakkal”.
The fishermen
are back with their catch
And the sisters
smile in the thatch
The market bustles
with cacophony,
Vendors,
pushers and gulls in the sky.
The womenfolk
smile ,
the men are busy
The harbor is
docked, with ships, dhows and little boats
They have returned with crispy life-notes
The city awakes
to the cry of the hawkers
The yellow sun
has met the azure
Muezzins have
returned
And the temple
priests are at rest.
The shrines of
the saints ,colored bright
Among the
crowded streets , a spiritual delight
The warehouses
are full at the bay of the Mappilas
And the gullies
alive like the waves and the canals
The bells and
the wheels fill the narrow streets
Bargaining and
paying, men on their feet
The city awakes
to the grandeur of the majestic fort
As it looks at
the sea, boisterous and pride
The sea has
kissed the sand
White froth with
the brown land
The palms sway
and the waves resonate
The city has
awakened with a charm,
The city that
narrates stories and psalms.
A poem on the city which was once the capital city of Malabar, a historic Portland
and a stronghold of the sea warriors of the south.
A Tradition and Culture of more than 500 years, Kannur
City (Cannanore)
