Salt

By Kashish Pardeshi

The sun does its job of burning up,

As dawn now nears

The sea you have been surrounded for too long now,

Drying up, alongside your tears.

The blue turns to a brutal white

Appearing more serene than saline,

Remnants of all struggle distilled

Into part sadness, part smiles.

Collecting the salt you store it,

Knowing its something revered, downright hallowed,

For it was a part of every tide you survived, and

Happy tears that followed.

It left you eyes, when you lost yourself to the storm

Certain, it’d be there,

When the waves wash you back home

And it's still here surrounding you

After all is done and rested

And perhaps that is why salt

Has always known to be something sacred.

By Kashish Pardeshi