When Hope Wanes... Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In shadows deep where hope does wane,
A world of want, enduring pain.
A poem unfolds, a tale untold,
Of poverty's grip, both young and old.

In streets adorned with cracked despair,
Where dreams dissolve like fleeting air.
A symphony of silence plays,
As hunger hums its somber lays.

Beneath the weight of empty hands,
A mother's heart in barren lands.
Her eyes, a map of trials faced,
Yet love persists, not to be erased.

Children dance in tattered dreams,
Their laughter drowned in silent streams.
Tiny footsteps on rugged roads,
Yet resilience in their abode.

Shackled by the chains of need,
Yet seeds of courage they still heed.
In poverty's grasp, a spirit soars,
Defying fate that often roars.

The canvas of disparity,
Paints stories of humanity.
But let us not forget the power,
To change the course in this dark hour.

Extend a hand, embrace the weak,
Speak for the voiceless, help them speak.
For in unity, we find the key,
To break the chains of poverty.