Sitting on the bed, with a dark shadow cover.
Ashis looks at a photo, like it was his ex lover.
A ray of light, with soft-glow-shine,
Luminates the photo, like a firefly's shine.

The shine can't reach him,
Ashis is blind to the glow.
He only sees cold there,
Like it's frostbite snow.

Nikita goes to school, with fists of rage.
She feels like a tool, with no extra wage.

"Nikita go to school and bring papers, we must practice our drawing."
She speaks this frustrated, as she walks in.

As she enters, the gloom of a room.
There's a smell of death, in the storage room.
As she looks,
She finds a rat.
A dead rat lying,
He smells like death.