If It's Not Saline

Its end is eternal Trenches are unseen Pacific is its mistiness Hides the mantle in its swathe Earth sob in its lap Its certitude is stillness All the fringes are volatile Each sect is salinity It's the womb of life someway Beyond the contrast of eyeball It's the container of world Endurance that's pacific Some time as minerals of life Sometime that enchant as a nymph A voyage never drop in purity If purity speak that side Can't restrain as its ravage Cycles of nature is fable Mystic and enchanting Thou art is beyond control! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved