Gubeng intersection, Surabaya

Where Gubeng’s veins of asphalt spread, A city's pulse, both seen and read. Red lights cast their ruby spell, In traffic's thrall, we dwell and dwell. Engines hum in patient wait, While time ticks on, elusive fate. Cars and bikes in winding queue, Each one chasing dreams anew. The city breathes in measured pace, A bustling yet entrancing space. Amidst the horns and fleeting sights, Gubeng’s pulse beats through the nights. Pedestrians weave through the throng, To urban rhythms, they belong. Faces lit by twilight's gleam, Lost in thoughts, or in a dream. Though traffic's grip may hold you tight, And chaos reign through day and night, There's beauty in the ordered mess, A city’s life in full express. Gubeng intersection's tale, In rush and pause, in calm and gale. A living canvas, ever bright, A testament to urban might.