In the city’s heart, when the sun takes a bow
Night markets shine, a symphony of wow!
With twinkling lights and fragrant air,
Twisting alleys, a feast to prepare.
Stalls adorned with trinkets and treasures rare,
Tantalizing food, a sensory affair,
The music of laughter, a merry sound,
In the city’s tale, night markets abound.
Artisans and hawkers, a bustling crowd,
Stories untold, in whispers aloud,
The dance of commerce, a rhythmic beat,
At twilight bazaars, dreams and reality meet.
Under the stars, the city comes alive,
Where hawkers weave their magic, and thrive,
A tapestry of culture, woven in delight,
Night markets shimmer, a magnificent sight.