In the shadows of forgotten lanes,
Where hunger gnaws and hope wanes,
Lives a tale of silent plight,
Of children yearning for a bite.

Their eyes, mirrors of despair,
Speak of dreams that vanish in air,
Fragile frames and weakened cries,
Begging for what life denies.

Fields barren, cupboards bare,
A mother’s heart torn with care,
Fighting battles, day by day,
To keep starvation’s curse at bay.

Yet amidst the sorrow, a spark remains,
A whisper of hope against the chains,
For every soul deserves to thrive,
To break free and truly live.