Beginnings...

She thought of the smell of spices,
The sound of mustard hissing on oil.
Old women gossiping about the youth's vices,
Watching men returning from the day's toil.

Gone was the clear blue sky from her past,
In it's place were the buildings anew.
She looked for shards of her youth among the debris of the blast,
All she came up with was soot and torn clothes a few.

Tiny drops fell on her face,
She looked up to see the gods from heaven shed tears.
Their tears transformed her place,
Even made her forget her own fears.

The smell of wet rain on damp earth and green lawns,
A smell that remained the same from before.
Rain that washed away the blood and spoke of a new dawn,
Made her wish to lift higher and soar.

She would pick up the broken remnants from the past,
And walk towards a whole new dawn, full of life, full of hope.

p.s:- The photos are part of an amazing collection I found @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/joyforever