"Metrouka (Left Alone)"

Among the chaos of discarded things,
by the heap of forgotten waste,
a tiny voice emerged—
"Mew... Mew... ...Mew"
—each cry filled with disappointment,
as if asking, "Does anyone care?"

She didn't belong to anyone,
just a fragile soul left behind,
relying on nothing but the echo of her own voice,
carrying hope,
but no one was listening.