Lonely as the night and yet to die,
A girl stands still, past midnight.
She hails a rickshaw but utters no word,
Poised with calmness, pushed too hard.
Long wet hair covers her face,
She chants a hymn, none can trace.
The air breathes in silent stone,
Unsettled by her charm, she sits alone.
Minutes go by, over the bridge,
She vanishes before naked eyes.
Hold your seat, watch your back,
Feel the weight of murderous cries.