Poem

"City Intersection"

At the city intersection, the flow never ceases,

Cars, motorcycles, public transport, all racing.

Traffic lights change colors,

Regulating speed, controlling their movement.

Police stand firm, directing the road,

Pedestrians cross, stepping cautiously.

Street vendors, offering their wares,

On narrow sidewalks, under the scorching midday sun.

Horn sounds resound, a constant clamor,

Air pollution envelops, obscuring the sky.

Minor accidents, bumps here and there,

Yet everything keeps moving, though often stalled.

City intersection, the pulse of the metropolis,

Amidst the hustle and bustle, life goes on.

"Beneath the Red Light"

Beneath the red light, vehicles halt for a moment,

Pedestrians wait, crossing with care.

Street peddlers offering their goods,

Amidst the rising vehicle fumes.

Buses and minibuses compete for passengers,

Online motorcycle taxis weave through, seeking their fare.

On the sidewalks, food vendors display their wares,

The aroma of satay and fritters wafts through the air.

The noise of horns becomes the daily soundtrack,

In the midst of the rush, there are smiles hidden.

Though pollution blankets every corner,

The city keeps beating, with unwavering spirit.

At the intersection, life stories are written,

There lies a mirror, the face of a city that never sleeps.