The City Awakes

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)