In the shadows of the bustling streets,
Where dreams are lost and hope retreats,
The silent cries of the forgotten souls,
Echo through the night, their stories untold.

Beneath the stars, they lay awake,
With empty bellies and hearts that ache,
Their lives a battle, a constant fight,
Against the darkness that swallows the light.

In tattered clothes and weary eyes,
They search for mercy in a world so unkind,
Faces etched with lines of despair,
Yearning for someone to show they care.

Yet in the midst of their endless plight,
A spark of resilience continues to ignite,
For even in poverty’s harshest embrace,
The human spirit finds a way to grace.