In shadows deep, where sunlight fades,
Lies a battle unseen, a silent crusade.
Silent cries in the night, unheard pleas,
Of children and mothers on bended knees.

Empty bowls and hollow eyes,
A haunting truth beneath the skies.
Dreams wither in the face of despair,
As malnutrition takes its share.

Fragile bodies, weakened frames,
In a world that often forgets their names.
In the silence of hunger’s cruel embrace,
They seek solace, a saving grace.

Yet hope remains, a flicker bright,
In hearts that yearn to end this blight.
Through hands that give and hearts that feel,
We fight to make their wounds heal.