Poverty

In shadows cast by fortune's cold disdain,

Silent struggles etch the face of pain.

Whispers of hunger, echoes of despair,

In poverty's grip, dreams are threadbare.

Streets lined with longing hopes left to fade,

A symphony of need in each serenade.

Empty pockets, heavy hearts entwined,

In the dance of poverty, futures are confined.

Yet amidst the darkness, resilience glows,

Seeds of strength where desperation sows.

Courage blooms in the cracks of plight,

A symphony of survival, quiet and bright.

In the language of want, a plea unfolds,

A story untold, yet in every heartbeat, it molds.

For in the realm of scarcity's decree,

There lies a spirit, unyielding and free.