It was spring with lovely flowers,
Fresh green leaves, and velvet ground.
Under the bright sun, children chased each other,
Through the rough concrete streets.
Colors clashing in the desert,
Had been painstakingly kept thriving.
I was ignorant, petty, mean,
Believed that’s all there’s in the world.
Not wary of summer to follow,
Oblivious of grief and gloom.
Had all; colors, fun, laughter,
Water, food and clothes.
Blithe, carefree, I was my own king.
It took a second, but
It all came crashing down.
One night, a loud noise, and an explosion.
The earth shook and the walls rattled.
By morning, everything turned red.
It was everywhere, every color
Splashed crimson.
With a pounding heart, and shaking limbs,
Came out of the hole.
I walked down the cracked road,
Through a lump in throat called out.
Heard nothing but the wind,
Saw nothing but the dust.
The ghost of a town that was left,
Screamed at me then.
I turned and ran.
Falling, many miles later,
I slept and dreamed of lost faces.
I woke up, drenched,
Reliving my nightmare.
Having learnt to appreciate,
Every little thing I have.
So little time... So much to do. 