The Rain Maiden - a tribute to Satyajit Ray
The dark lords black, burdened Heave a sigh of relief Droplets flung all over Stir the lake from her sleep Concentric circles abound Their lives mystical but brief The rain maiden's soaked Drops slide down her hair Unoiled yet fragrant, Setting off ripples a few Outnumbered though By the dark lords' own . A pair of little eyes watch Her antics from afar Part thrilled part terrified Join didi? um no! Petrified or amused- Apu stands still And so does the tree beside . The rain maiden's delirious, Unmindful of the the dark lords' cry She spins her fragile figure around Weaving magic like fine silk. If the sky, the lake, the rain make the canvas, Our rain maiden's the art The rain maiden's finished She runs towards t...