In the shadows of the bustling city lights,
Where dreams are often lost in flight,
The whispers of the forgotten streets,
Speak of lives that struggle to compete.

The children play in alleys dim,
Their laughter echoing, a hopeful hymn,
Yet hunger’s grip, and cold night’s grasp,
Tightens the hope they try to clasp.

Beneath the bridges, in makeshift homes,
The broken souls and weary bones,
Seek solace in a fleeting dream,
A different life, a different scheme.

Society’s blind to the silent cries,
As the city moves and time flies by,
When will we see, when will we care,
To lift them from their dark despair?