Few dry leaves were lying there…
And an ugly looking ivy was burning down…
In flames was the cosmos of my past…..
Charred it crumbled down.

Before I knew..
It was raining.
There was no rainbow in the sky,
Coz rainbows are rare in reality.

But there was this muddy smell in the air..
The smell of BEGINNING! ! ! !
Maybe..
The smell of growing up! !
Maybe…
The smell of BEING ALIVE! ! ! ! ! !

maria rahman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/begining-or-end/