Seeking the Truth



When I spoke my tongue twisted
Words into phrases of erudition,
An art project of lenses appeared
Behind the towers of Shaikh Zayed road,
I sat in a white convertible BMW
As I roamed across Dubai’s city lights,
And there I saw little boy and girl,
Similar to the ages of my cousins, but...

Next street was empty and silent,
The deadline was creeping near,
And after a U-turn kids were still there,
In a district known as Satwa,
The girl had a sweeping stick,
(I guess it was used to clean the sikka)
The boy dropped the ball and stood
As if guarding his beloved sister,
But I am no tyrant or a stranger...

Silence.

I took a picture and I saw the boy
Holding a brick to throw it at me,
Not realising that he was actually me.


Wednesday, 7th of November 2012

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