Nothing remain to see
Perhaps nothing remains to see, In the ceaseless rain's symphony, Quiet streets, a path unseen, All vanished, as if in a dream. Where are you, clouds on high? Where's the bustle's joyful cry? Which way leads to my abode? Lost in thoughts, an enigma showed. I sense your plan, cloud's uproar, Hidden path through the downpour, You ponder gains, economic lore, My path entwined, forevermore. A puzzle deep within my mind, Long-hidden plans of a different kind, Now I understand your scheme so sly, In whispered truths, secrets lie. Sani