The Provocation

My dreams break at Fahad's realm In thy tranquil mind, Silently and softly flow, On this sweat dunes bed. By reality, as evening encroaching The silhouette of the palm tree leaves, Hides the full bloom moon, Reminisce my beloved native land in tropic. Every Friday is a holiday Roaming to mall, eating and shopping While mouth agape in golds store display, Reminds me of my wife loves for jewelry. Nevertheless, my mind grinding for two years As ordeal of being an Overseas Worker. How I wish, the toil, and endless longingness, May appease the hungry belly back home.