Memories Of The City Of Porbandar Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

The city stands on the sea where the waves beat black rocks,
The white surf of an ocean which stretches to distant Aden
Where the ancestors had landed in a dhow to make trading money.
Tall white stone buildings stood quietly against the blue sea.
At night they wore the transparent veil of pale moonlight.
On moonlit nights perfumed society people stood on the promenade
Among the rocks where the waves from the distant Gulf beat the city.
Dark people sold smuggled tape recorders with whirring tape-spools.
The whitewashed buildings had white peace in their upper bellies.
But in their under-bellies they had fishermen’s knives and red revenge.
A frail old man from the city made white salt at the sea-shore
And spun white cotton on hand-wheels making others wear white.