Clouded farewell pains;
Hopes from pauperism did flee;
And took off from Kochin air base.
Mr.Jas , bucolic purely,
Landed in Dubai, as in heaven.
Mummies of Arabian culture in museums;
Building striving to kiss the moonlet;
In the street,
Luring as the first smile of a lover………..
Mirth floating creek;
Date bunches, fresh as virgins;
Pleasure selling girls exotic;
Beach with beauties chainless……………
Mr.Jas does spree after each day’s toil.
Soon an Indian air-craft
The mind boarded;
Body followed it within fortnight;
Concentration camp of insolvency Mr.Jas returned.
“Great is Dubai with its fame;
Greater is the goal;
But the greatest is warmth of home,
FABIYAS M V