In the shadow of bustling streets, they hide,
Fragile souls with hollow eyes,
Whispers of hunger echo inside,
As malnutrition silently thrives.

Bones protrude through skin so thin,
Dreams wither under the weight of need,
A fight to live, a fight to win,
But hope is a rare and precious seed.

Pale faces and weary sighs,
The world turns a blind eye,
To children’s tears and mothers’ cries,
As they beg for a chance to try.

Let us break this chain of pain,
With compassion, with love, and care,
So no child will suffer in vain,
And in their eyes, a future fair.