In shadows cast by broken dreams,
Lies a hunger no one seems to see,
A silent cry, a muffled scream,
For nourishment that used to be.

Tiny hands reach out in vain,
Seeking solace, finding none,
Faces etched with silent pain,
Underneath a scorching sun.

The world spins on, oblivious,
To the plight of the unseen,
Yet in the hearts of the malnourished,
Lies a hope for what might have been.

Let us feed both body and soul,
With compassion, love, and care,
For only then can we make whole,
The lives caught in despair.