The Destiny Child Poem by Aravind elango

Cold dash of waves, fiery music of the whirlwind,
Chaotically surging ocean tide with rapacious clouds,
With the winds of the mountain, a reminiscence of a beautiful life,
Amidst the blue bounding main babbling and splashing, burbling and rumbling,
Bigger and smaller waves beating on the sands of time
Bending with the nature’s pulse, the rhythm of man,
A baby girl, in the dark with tears from the eyes of a confused face,
Screaming and sobbing tears, choked with a wild cry,
O the mother’s joy; O joy of spirit and happiness; Full of music;
To go back in time where the girl was born,
Hear the birds singing again,
The soft evening filled with the jasmine scent,
The sounds of nature deafening the gnarl’d realm,
Not to the audience of the theatre; not to the fresco’d opera,
Thou she was born, thy daughter of winter,
From the orient, under the skies of summer,
With all thy gifts of monsoon,
For many stretching wheels of years to come.