Kertajaya Intersection
At Kertajaya's busy cross,
Where streets are filled, and lines are lost,
A hub of life in Surabaya's heart,
Where every day, new stories start.
Cars and bikes in constant flow,
Under skies with sunlight's glow,
People rush with purpose clear,
As morning breaks, their paths appear.
Food stalls line the crowded street,
With tasty snacks and things to eat,
The smell of sate fills the air,
A tempting treat that's always there.
Students in their uniforms,
Navigate through daily swarms,
Heading off to class with friends,
Chasing dreams that never end.
Traffic lights blink red and green,
In the city's rhythmic scene,
Pedestrians weave through the throng,
Part of life's relentless song.
Tall buildings reach up to the sky,
Mirroring dreams in every eye,
Shops and cafes hum with life,
A place to rest from daily strife.
As evening falls and shadows grow,
Kertajaya’s lights still glow,
Neon signs and stars above,
Blend into the city’s love.
At Kertajaya’s lively core,
Where lives and paths intersect more,
A crossroads where our stories blend,
In Surabaya, without end.