The inhibited excitement of the long awaited rain
On the sands of the Dubai terrain
Felt like music Despite the riches
And made the camel dance and run.
The wind for now is clean of sand
The sun for now is beyond man
The cactus right now has soft thorns
And the desert now is filled with ponds.
The thirsty seeds that were devoid of means
Receive the moisture and the cold
To grow and bear the fruits like gold
Keep'em forever, never to be sold.
But the desert had always known its fate
For it was not the evening, just an eclipse
And the sun would spoil the sleep and play
And boil away its cherished lake.
The music now is noise pollution
The wind now is scarred with treason
The sky now is of a different season
And to love her now there is no reason.
The plant I had sown was burned to death
The fruit I hoped was a beauful face
Didn't have either the juice or taste
And all it looked like was an overgrown potato.
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