In the quiet corners of forgotten streets,
Where dreams lie dormant beneath the dust,
Echoes of laughter once vibrant and sweet,
Now whisper tales of survival and trust.

Children dance on the edge of dreams,
Their eyes reflecting the weight of the world,
Yet in their hearts, a gentle light gleams,
A testament to hope unfurled.

The weary hands that toil and mend,
Crafting futures from threads of despair,
In every struggle, a story penned,
Of courage found in the midnight air.

Poverty, a shadow that looms and binds,
Yet within its grasp, resilience blooms,
For in the human spirit, one finds,
A strength that even darkness assumes.