Damsel in Distress

With undone hair the damsel sleeps,

A tear trickling down her cheeks,

On the table the food remains.

A shoe at the door, a shrug on the chair.

Poor little angel, worn out is she,

Busy was the bee the whole day long!

To tend to her, where are they?

Busy is the mother on her phone,

And busy is her father on his phone;

Meeting and meeting, chatting and cheating!

To dress her, to feed her, to care for her, 

To stand by her side, when she needs them.

She yearns for their love, 

She yearns for some love, 

And where are they to love her?

Her wailing sound the butler hears, 

Her heaving sobs the driver heeds,

Her puffy eyes the watchman adores,

To love her did they all agree.