Merr, Surabaya

In the vibrant streets, where paths converge,

Merr, Rungkut's intersection emerges.

A nexus of movement, a symphony of sound,

Where life's tapestry is intricately wound.

At dawn's first light, the city begins to stir,

Merr, Rungkut awakens with a quiet whir.

Motorbikes hum, pedestrians weave,

In this bustling crossroads, dreams conceive.

Biker's calls echo, a vibrant melody of motorcycle,

Drawing in wanderers, with enticing plea.

Amidst the chaos, a harmony prevails,

In Merr, Rungkut's chaos, unity entails.

Traffic swirls, in a dance of car and truck,

Each vehicle a player in this bustling luck.

Honks punctuate the air, like musical notes,

As the intersection thrums, with vibrant quotes.

As night descends, and lights ignite,

Merr, Rungkut transforms into a mesmerizing sight.

Streetlights shimmer, casting shadows tall,

Over whispered secrets, in this urban sprawl.