Thunder roared,
The sky shivered
Everything was rattling.
For the
God's child was born.

When she
Moved, the sun hid behind the clouds.
The moon shone brightly ;
Flowers sang,
Trees swayed
And danced.

When she got angry,
Lava erupted.
Sky changed colours ;
Wildfire started.
Chaos unearthed herself.
She had the ability to
Change things;
Stop time.

Her beauty,
Melted glaciers.
Her touch,
Brought dead flowers
Back to life.
Her voice,
Was like violins
It made you
Forget everything!

She was deadly like
A cobra ;
Calm as the ocean.
Her voice was similar to
Symphony instruments
In an orchestra.
She was lord's own
Incarnation.

-Ridhima Joshi