In towering cities of steel and glass,
Where shadows stretch as hours pass,
The hum of commerce fills the air,
In this world, few seem to care.
The endless chase for wealth and gain,
Leaves many souls with silent pain,
In crowded streets, the lonely roam,
Seeking fortune far from home.
Yet in the glint of gold and trade,
Dreams of many are unmade,
For in the race to climb so high,
Many fall, and few will fly.
Amidst the noise, a gentle plea,
For hearts to find what truly frees,
In the world of capital’s might,
Let kindness be the guiding light.