-- A poem born on a bus ride in Dubai
Lost in Dubai:
I'm on a wooden bench in Creek now,
Enjoying the water vessels
Riding like golden swans..
wow! they're made of beauty and charm
...then a wonder bus entered on the waters
after a lazy road ride..
Oh! it's an amphibian
The enchanting colors & lights seemed
They're made out of a dream!
The romantic Arabian music-
is heard then from a nearby cafe
..and the Sheisha smokes relaxed my burning nerves
My Metro - gave me a fancy ride on the ground
in the air, and hurray! under water!
When I looked behind;-
I love it! the Heritage Village!!
It invited me back to the History
There's everything there 4 u
to clock you back many years!
The village man pouring water in his field
made by those village ladies in the Past
Now.. I'm relaxing on the soily ground
When looked up the sky above
I forgot everything!
Firewalls, ERP software, Web Portals.. nothing I remembered!
I heard somebody singing there-
those lines of Omar Khayyám and Rumi
When watched the calmness, beauty and the technological height of Dubai
I felt a smile bossomed on the faces of 'Karmayogis'--
who firmly believed in creating Hisotry rather than simply watching it!
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