Whereupon plots stretch wide and free,
a blank canvas for the future-to-be.
A future whisper through the morning air,
of dreams of people who build and share.
Skeletons of steel would touch the sky,
dreamy hearts wud' watch those towers high.
Where empty grounds now bask in golden light,
houses of dreams stand strong and bright.
The city's pulse has its own rhythmic beat,
along each newly paved spacious street.
Laughter and chatter would echo thru' night,
windows would glow with incandescent light.
This metro city is a promise yet unfurled,
will be a beacon shining through the world.
The birds fly against the sunset's hue -
and soar higher over the towers new.
City being built with aspiring steady hands -
and born of dreams across the lands.
In this growing metropolis we understand -
here every plot will hold a story grand.
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