She

By Surya Narayanan R

She a painting with no color.

She a song with no sound.

She a silence so loud.

She an empty crowd.

She a being of unknown.

She a queen on the throne.

She a mystery.

A contradiction of her own.

A breathing stone.

Sometimes, a cyclone.

She a slave to love.

She a rival to death.

A magic that brews life.

She’ll steal your breath.

By Surya Narayanan R