In the city’s heart, where dreams take flight,
And buildings rise to meet the sky so bright,
The pulse of life in crowded streets,
A rhythm that never knows defeat.
The people rush, with purpose in their stride,
Each one a story, a chapter to be untied,
A thrumming energy that never sleeps,
In the city’s heartbeat, the pulse of life runs deep.
The traffic hums, a melody of its own,
As cars and buses weave and groan,
The bustling chaos, a symphony of sound,
In the city’s heartbeat, melodies abound.
The neon lights, a dazzling display,
Illuminating the night, turning dark to day,
The city’s heartbeat, never ceasing to inspire,
A beacon of hope, a place to aspire.
Towers of steel and glass reach for the sky,
Reflecting the spirit of a city that never lies,
The pulse of life, in every beat and breath,
In the city’s heartbeat, there’s nothing but depth.