Delhi’s Slums

In Delhi's heart, a tale untold, Of towering shadows, harsh and cold. Gleaming steel and vibrant lights, Hide a stark contrast, unseen at night. Pan across narrow, winding lanes, Zoom in on makeshift shacks, defying rains. Corrugated tin, a patchwork quilt, Where dreams and desperation, subtly melt. Close-up on faces, etched with care, Weathered hands, a burden to bear. Eyes that hold a flicker of hope, Yearning for a future, out of this scope. Tilt down to children, playing in dust, Laughter echoing, a fleeting trust. Barefoot innocence, in a world so harsh, A poignant reminder, of life's uneven marsh. A long shot captures the skyline's might, Luxury contrasting, in the fading light. A silent plea for a helping hand, To bridge the gap, in this divided land. Focus on resilience, woven in tight, A community spirit, burning ever so bright. For in the depths of Delhi's underbelly, Lies the strength of the human spirit, yearning to tell me… It is a story of struggle, yet fight, Of hope flickering, in the darkest night. A plea for change, a call for all, To break the cycle, and answer the call.