The room was dark
Little grim to mark
Walls somewhat damp
A lizard on the wall appeared like a vamp
Reluctant sun did not even peep
Noise neither ready to creep
The room appeared mourning
Air was felt bemoaning
Still the beggar there survived
Her grudging was aptly revived
She lived there alone
None helped her to atone
Rags and tattered clothes hung on the wire
She had just hunger to aspire