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Trincomalee: Tossed by Fishermen’s Hands

Long after the net was tugged in  And its catch spread out on golden sands,  After the struggling prisoners were  Claimed by calloused work-worn hands,  Space The repudiated, graveless,  Look on with glassy lifeless eyes,  At the dusk’s orange rhapsody  And the night’s star-sprinkled skies, Space While their elegant fins And scales of vibrant and …