“The Fisherman and the sea”
– mo Irom
As dawn wakes the skies from a night well slept,
the sea comes alive to the caress of the morning light,
bringing promises of a brand new day and wealth from its depth,
to the fishermen who dare brave it’s might.
Boats, worn, weather-beaten, but well seasoned,
Rest easy on the sands like veteran warriors awaiting another battle.
The nets are coiled, oars are set and sails fastened,
ready one more time to follow the call of the seagulls gaggle.
The waves rejoice, breaking into white surf,
teasing and taunting the fishermen for a countenance.
But the fishermen are not one to be cowed,
a lifetime they have seen the wild water’s war dance.
So once again they gather their nets and set sail
taking their boats out to where the sky meets the sea,
facing and pacing the mighty ocean gale,
to gingerly ride over the rapturous water’s glee.
Warriors of the untamed and unfathomable sea,
they let go of their cares and all of their fears,
sailing far out and wide as the wind fill their sail,
casting their nets to capture the sea’s treasure
These are pictures of fishermen in the coastal areas of India which I shot in my recent trip. They risk the waves of the stormy seas everyday to earn their livelihood. Unlike their better off cousins with big trawlers in other parts of the world, these fishermen brave the seas with their small rickety boats. Watching them far out in the sea, many a times going under the waves, you can’t help but wonder at their skill, will and bravery. For them it’s just another day at work.
Next time I relish the fish on my plate, I shall always spare a thought for the fisherman who risked his life and braved the dangerous waters to get it there.