My view from a 45th floor at Dubai Marina
Though Dubai may sound like Mumbai,
In influence as well as affluence, different they are!
On feisty banks of fiery dynastic sands,
Mighty men bank dynastic dreams and hold their hands!
Where waves of heat, rolls down in sweat,
Here baked in the sand and down your hands!
Built on incessant backs of hardworking peasants,
Who faced from afar seem hard-paced and unpleasant!
Yet behind shrouds of bright coloured rags,
Are found bright eyes like yours and I!
Gigantic, architectural feats dots skyline for miles,
Every mile and feet spots your face in awe and smiles!
Houses are like daring sprouts, hugging the clouds with a lot of clout,
A twinkling feat and an attempt at tickling an Angels feet!
They flower so fast these beaming towers of concrete,
With crescents of moon carved into very fluorescent beam!
Beneath emissions of incandescent beauty,
Belies penchant for pedantic duty!
Flowing robes and thobes of white,
Slack beguiling robes of black and black,
Dots every spot, every crook and nook!
Dazzles and sparkles of gold to be sold
Beckon to you to come and behold!
A mix of the saintly saints and the saintly sinners,
The stoic-faced faces and the sunny-side faces,
A potpourri of cosmopolitan, metropolitan lifestyles
Mingle in this restless, sleepless city for miles and miles,
Resplendent in the banks of feisty, fiery miles of sand!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry – Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance
Random pictures in Dubai
A local dhow/boat cruising Dubai waters at night.
My young man admiring a Lamborghini.
An Irish pub, McGettigans at Dubai Marina
A snippet of Ibn Battuta
At the Souk
A snippet of Burjuman
To adorn your neck with gold