Amidst the concrete towers tall,
The city people live and sprawl.
Rushing through the crowded streets,
They move as if with pounding beats.
A blur of cars and flashing lights,
The city never sleeps at night.
Its pulse is fast, its breath is quick,
Its life is like a fevered tick.
The people here are always on,
Their minds consumed from dusk till dawn.
They work hard, they play hard too,
Their time is precious, this they knew.
Yet in this world of steel and glass,
They find a way to make it last.
They share their moments, joys and woes,
Their stories woven through the flows.
They find a way to make it home,
In a place that's strange yet not alone.
Their lives are like a tapestry,
Of colours, threads, and memories.
So though the city may be tough,
Its people always show enough.
For in their hearts, they know it's true,
Their city's pulse beats strong and true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem