She is her own star,
shining brighter than any sun
that Apollo fears her.
Her touch cures the troubled,
giving hope where doubt existed.
Her father was gentle,
like the rain,
her mother was strong,
like the oceans,
she was born
a tsunami.
Not just any man could approach her,
for she was a descendant of
the sacred varna.
She isn't just a sound,
she is a voice, a strong echo.
She didn’t give me her heart,
she taught me how to love.