30 years ago.
There existed sand.
Which today.
Has been wiped.
By chromium.
Steel.
Hardened concrete.
The biggest mall.
The tallest tower.
The largest waterfront.
Are here to see.
And somewhere.
In Dubai.
20 people.
Share 12" x 12".
Space.
Without privacy.
Darkened backs.
Broken bones.
Quarrying stones.
Superlatives.
Sometimes.
Come at the cost.
Of life.
Author notes
My impressions of Dubai after 3 months of working here.
Written April 11th, 2005
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hmmm... inteesting... though I havent really thought of it this way... everyting has a price... that is hidden in some nook and crrany that is not visible immediately to the naked eye... life is fickle... who is to judge that we are to be born here to all the facillities and luxuries ir life while thousands others spill sweat and blood for creating them..? a truly magnificient write...
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Dear Shanty,
I certainly hope you can get back to Mumbai soon. I don't think I care for these poems. Mostly because there is so little I can do to help.
God bless your trails and trials.
Be safe and well my good friend.
John -
Thanks Joel. From the paths we walk come the words we talk. Warm regards, Shantesh
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Beautiful!!!
How true and Dubai is one of the richest countries in the world. You have a way with expressing the situations in life and society so wonderfully, my young friend.
It is a talent to read poetry into the everyday events or happenings as poetry.
Love from India - Joel -
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