London’s Heartbeat

In London’s heart, where history calls,

Big Ben’s chimes echo through ancient walls.

A rhythm of time that guides the flow,

Of rivers and roads where old winds blow.

The Thames winds gently, a silver thread,

By Tower Bridge where ships are led.

The river hums with stories untold,

Of the past, the future, and riches of gold.

Westminster’s spires rise with grace,

A symbol of power in time and space.

The Abbey stands, with secrets to share,

Of kings and queens, and a city’s prayer.

Piccadilly shines with a dazzling glow,

A street alive where the city’s pulse grows.

Lights flicker bright as laughter spills,

London’s spirit in the air, it thrills.

Red booths stand as sentinels bold,

Where voices of the past still unfold.

In quiet corners, whispers remain,

The city’s history, wrapped in refrain.

Palaces gleam in royal splendor,

Buckingham to Kensington, noble and tender.

Each stone a story, each garden a dream,

A royal embrace, where the past may gleam.

Castles rise, from Tower to Windsor,

Guardians of time, with gates to ponder.

Ancient walls that have stood so proud,

Echoing tales beneath the clouds.

In gardens of peace, the flowers bloom,

A gentle breath amid the city’s loom.

Birds soar high in tranquil skies,

While London’s heartbeat never dies.

The Royal Albert Hall, a timeless sound,

Where music stirs the soul, profound.

From fashion’s edge to art’s embrace,

London pulses with an endless grace.

Through streets and skies, the city flows,

A living canvas, where the past still grows.

From palaces grand to gardens wide,

London’s heartbeat, forever our guide.

                                                — Meenakshi Singh