Standing between two sedimentary rocks,
I analyze the structure and its layers,
Some how I got struck amidst the spaces,
I feel its ingenuity and its metamorphic changes,
More I scrutinize its presence,
I feel , behind the mechanism ,
A pore persisted deep among the ridges,
Caring and accepting the changes,
Neither the heat of the sun find its place to rest ,there,
Nor the cool saline breeze could leave its impact.
Softly the pore breaths the air,
Consciously attentive of the circumstances,
Maintaining the distance ,watching the minerals in its base,
Fertile and rich are the deposits,
Silently the pore takes rest in the crest,
But at time its vibrations gives punches,
Quivering the earthly base to crackle from all the sides.
Yet pore remains safe occupying its place.