This is the fleeting tale of a woman with monarchist blood,
One who was etched into being in our Earth’s fine mud.
Throughout her mortal life she always refused to be kind,
In fury, joy was that one thing she could never quite find.
The souls of humans are said to be made from water,
But, that is not true of the Sun’s scorching daughter,
For her fiery soul is made up only of flames.
In fact, they say this is why she plays games,
With each and every human being she meets,
She floats on tears and tallies up their defeats.
Still, sea conquests blaze, as all Earthlings surely know.
Of course, this is why the entire human race is foe,
To her who fails to realize that darkness dwells within her soul,
That sparks cannot flare without an abundance of coal,
Even though her heart is filled with such great hate,
Decaying as a human being is her eventual and tragic fate.
Though our heroine maintains all the ardor in the universe,
Her body contains that poison which she deems curse.
A human being, the ocean runs through her veins,
Thus, the Daughter of the Sun wanes further each time it rains.
Poem and photograph are the exclusive creations and property of Ami J. Sanghvi.
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