By Bhudeb Chakrabarti   The Coromandel Fishers Rise brothers rise; the waking 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 our way in the track of the sea gull’s call,The sea is…