Glimmer in their eyes, hope reborn.
Smile, like sunlight on a gray morn.
In poverty's grip, they find delight.
Radiant beam, piercing the night.
Their laughter, a song in troubled times.
Precious gem, amidst life's grimes.
With innocence, they conquer pain.
Smile, a balm that won't wane.
No riches to claim, yet joy prevails.
Smile, like a thousand tales.
In humble moments, beauty gleams.
Hope's whisper in their dreams.
Child of poverty, your smile holds might.
Beacon of love, shining so bright.
Through trials, you find solace true.
Smile, a gift we cherish, from you.
About the Creator
Asif Ali
i like to create fictions;articles, and poetry.With a vivid imagination and a penchant for creating relatable characters, I shall capture the hearts of readers around the world.
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