Elements: FIRE

With the peculiar eyes of a tiger,

She’s ready to pounce.

She lets out fumes,

She’s ready to burn.

 

The proud daughter of the sun.

A friend of none,

She’ll be a foe if touched.

She’s ready to burn.

 

She’ll wipe out lives.

She’ll create new ones.

She doesn’t make the flames, just the ashes.

She burns.

 

Like an aching desire,

She burns brighter. 

-Manya Singh Patel