The chirping of birds,
The chillness of the fresh morning;
The sweet scent of the hot morning coffee
But, brewing next door.
The friendly bark of little Tommy,
The gleaming rays of the bright red Sun.
Woke up Little Neena to another hectic day.
No mother to cradle her, No father to take her shopping.
No brothers to play with her,
No sisters to crack naughty jokes.
Neena begin each morning watching children leaving to school,
Shared lunch with little Tommy,
Closing ears to the swearing and torment of her
Did all household chores,
Burnt her fingers, Burnt her dreams
Dripping tears, stripping heart, dripping blood,
She went to sleep,
Under the shelter of the dark sky filled with bright stars.
Hoping for the best to come!