Whispers of Woe

In the silence of a hollow night,

Where stars whisper tales of plight,

Lies an empty pocket, a weight so deep,

Where dreams once danced, now shadows creep.

A mother's heart, heavy with despair,

No coins to spare, no solace to share,

In the eyes of hungry children, a plea,

For a morsel of hope, a taste of glee.

The cruel embrace of poverty's sting,

A melody of sorrow, a song to sing,

Yet in this darkness, a flicker of light,

A resolve to fight, to defy the night.

For love knows no bounds, no worldly hold,

It's the warmth in the cold, the purest gold,

In the empty pocket, a treasure untold,

A resilience that shines, a story bold.

So let the winds of change softly blow,

Let dreams awaken, let hope's river flow,

For in the depths of despair, we find,

Strength to rise, hearts intertwined.