Dream
palms sprout,
wetted by sweat.
Like an eternal rainbow
in the sand, Dubai entices
the world. It’s not a mirage over
the dunes, but a stunning truth of
the spectacular opulence. The culture
mixing in the palette of desert with tints and
shades of all continents is sublime. Our forefathers
with hopes flying like falcons voyaged across the vast
risk on the Fat Boat. No land is worthless. Oil transformed
the arid lives. Philanthropic passion abounds in the petrol poetry.
This warm city is pregnant with promises. The expatriates with diverse
dispositions and complexions are cozy in the emirate’s benevolent heart.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
Categories:
expatriates, places,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
expatriates, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Expatriates are not who are
Expelled from their home land
Especially as they work
Exclusively for the land
Exaggerations their lives
Externally while you find
Except for a few,
Exposed in the view.
Extremely we work for
Embarking , not in the moon
Emotionally we speak for
Expecting , not in the soon.
Excuse me , we will be back
Excess of love we will pack
Exactly that we need
Eternally what indeed.
Padmakumar
Categories:
expatriates, emotions, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
With her garment glittering as gold
Skyscrapers scrubbing and scrapping the sky
Fleets of steels moving into her spine
In her womb, is the abode for the affluence
Echoes of stubborn bar beach
Hallowing the expatriates
Across my nose are the moving ship
In my eyes are bustling buses
there i screamed,
Victoria, Victoria an island in Lagos
Categories:
expatriates, places,
Form: I do not know?