In the heart of the city’s bustling light,A silent cry echoes through the night.The streets are paved with dreams untold,Stories of warmth turned bitterly cold.Children’s laughter fades into sighs,As hope dwindles beneath the skies.Their eyes reflect a world so vast,Where dreams once soared, now held fast.The rustling leaves whisper tales of need,Of forgotten souls and unfulfilled creed.Yet in the cracks of a broken street,Resilience blooms, refusing defeat.Amidst the shadows, a spark ignites,In hearts that strive for brighter flights.Beyond the veil of poverty’s shroud,Lies a spirit unyielding, fierce, and proud.