Orphan I am

Orphan Iam here alone
Orderly is my routine
While suffering from
Wounds on mind and body
forgets to console my dolly.
Tears my soul cries my heart
not for wounds but for neglect
but for subjecting to irrelevance
Thank God
 survival is not under survivalence
Physical pain is in ambiviance
Lighter must be the injury
Under your grace Oh! jury
Let me do my bit to my bee
Let me surrender totally to thee.