OH MARIANA!
Below the Pacific’s cerulean veil,
lies the Mariana Trench, a whispered saga.
A chasm vast, where the light won’t tread,
Where secrets lodge in silence wed.
Its walls are cloaked in infinite night,
a labyrinth unknown, bereft of sight.
Creatures of shadow and bioluminescent light,
Boom where pressure crushes all we know.
Much like the trench, a soul can sink,
to depths unseen where few would think.
A maze of thoughts, a fathomless marine,
Where echoes of pain and beauty verdict.
In the human heart, a bayou resides,
where joy and sorrow together abide.
Memories like silt on the ocean base,
Layered, pressed, and yearning for more.
The pressure of life, like the ocean’s weight,
Shapes us, bends us, and seals our fortune.
Yet even in the deepest dejection,
a flicker of hope can shine there.
The trench and the heart share a creed,
to endure the darkness, to still proceed.
For in those depths, a strength is born,
like fragile corals weathering the squall.
Oh, Mariana, a mirror you are,
of the human spirit’s rigid star.
In your void lies a truth deep,
that in silence, resilience is found.
So, let us dive into life’s subterranean blue,
to cuddle the shadows and find what’s true.
For like the trench, we too can divulge,
A cryptic vast, a beauty surreal.
S.J SANGEETHA