Beneath Dubai’s relentless sun,
Where towers glint and numbers run,
I crunch the sums, I count the cost,
But in my heart, there’s something lost.
An office view of desert seas,
Cannot replace the mango trees,
The laughter shared, the meals of old,
The warmth of home that can’t be sold.
I left to chase a brighter sky,
To build a dream, though tears run dry.
A future etched in every sheet,
While missing voices soft and sweet.
At night, I call—my child says, “Hi,”
His tiny voice makes my heart sigh.
He asks, “When will you come back home?”
I choke on words, no time my own.
I tally wages, debts, and dues,
While fighting back the homesick blues.
Each paycheck sent, a fragile thread,
To mend the dreams that lie ahead.
But in the silence, doubt will creep:
Can love endure this distance deep?
I yearn to trade the city’s gold,
For hugs and stories often told.
One day, I’ll leave this distant land,
With savings clasped in trembling hand.
To count not dirhams, but smiles anew,
And find my place where love is true.
