In a profit-driven world that often prevails,
We yearn for balance, where kindness never fails.
Amidst Istanbul\'s business conference and domain,
A penthouse reserved, luxury to attain.
Yet fate\'s whimsy intervened with a jest,
Granting access beyond what I could have guessed.
For hours, no power with construction close by,
Undeterred, a presidential suite caught my eye.
A VIP drop service, fees set in place,
Only to refuse payment, spreading joy\'s embrace.
The people\'s welcome surpassed words\' domain,
Their warmth and kindness, an unforgettable refrain.
As I bid farewell, a tearful driver\'s goodbye,
A vow to return, heartfelt and nearby.
But let\'s not forget St. Petersburg\'s tale,
Where friendship faltered when sickness grew pale.
A Homeland friend, staying close in my stead,
Fled at the first sight of illness, fear widespread.
Yet, steadfast and true, the locals remained,
Bearing my burdens, hospital bills sustained.
No repayment accepted, as health was restored,
Their generosity, a treasure I adored.
In every nation, rulers emerge from the same,
Let us address ourselves, unity we claim.
Balancing profits and compassion\'s worth,
Creating a world where harmony gives birth.