You stay at the lowest part of her,
Where you are saturated satisfyingly,
The salinity differs from the top to the bottom,
Where you let us to float when try to swim.

Concoction made of salts of various elements,
Decoction of solutions with variant grades,
Bored of having the life in all parts,
She has made you very dense to be infertile.

No plants and animals thrive to have fun with,
the hermit wants to go up to meditate,
the person with high salt level feel the pressure,
but you have both, the high pressure due to salt or depth.

Pebbles cemented with halite and evaporated minerals,
Surrounded by three nations and two of which are arch rivals,
Are you cursed not to have living things flourish in you?
Are you blessed with not having
the notoriety of things that are alive?

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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