In a crowded house, silence speaks,
Dreams are lost in daily weeks.
Mama's hands, worn and tired,
Papa’s hopes, slowly expired.

Bills piled high, worries loom,
Life feels heavy, fills the room.
Children laugh, but inside they hide,
Fears and doubts, we can’t confide.

Tiffin boxes, same old meal,
Smiles painted, but pain is real.
Neighbors boast of brighter days,
While we struggle in our ways.

Yet in the dark, a flicker shines,
A bond of love, through tangled lines.
Together we rise, through stormy weather,
In our hearts, we hold each other.

With every dawn, a chance to mend,
In this journey, we find a friend.
Though life is tough, we stand tall,
In our little world, we face it all.
© Nishmitha Kotian