rain

million droplets
on a diamond maiden
under a golden glow

there she stands
where taxis whizz in a row

Dust smells
like the year gone by
diamond maiden

there she waits
where people pass to and fro

Voices mingle
with murmurs of drizzle
bluring visions
blured journey
diamond maiden
crosses the street
where, all blindly move their feet

If droplets froze
If the taxis chose
If the year came back
If murmurs screamed
If visions be clear
then all would see

diamond maidenwould rise again