If fire could crash upon land like waves do –
It is her, and only her, who could conjure
and dismiss the blaze
as if it were a mere symphony.
It is she, and only she, who could walk
barefoot on the seashore
as if it wasn’t smitten with destruction.
Only her, who could stand
unfaltered with singed toes
as if the flames had left love bites.
Only she, who could gaze
at the tempestuous flickering
as if it resembled twilight-ish hues.
If fire could rise and fall like tides do –
She was the only one brave enough to still love the ocean,
for her body knew soot better than a cremated corpse,
and her heart beat at the rate of a hundred explosions a minute.