On Bourke Street Mall where footsteps blend,
The old stone building stands, a friend.
Its steps now cradle, side by side,
The city's pulse, its beating tide.
From every corner of the earth,
They gather here with quiet mirth
A sari bright, a woven braid,
A turban’s fold, a youth’s cascade.
They speak in silence, laugh in light,
Some scroll their screens, some face the night.
A busker hums, a tram rolls by,
And pigeons watch with beady eye.
No throne nor crown, yet seated high,
They form a world beneath the sky.
A staircase turned to common ground
Here, all the human notes are found.
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