The Mirage
He stood in a crowded bus
His wallet with few rupees
He came to the town from
His village, in a poor form
His first ever travel by air
He sat silently in Gulf-air
His heart filled in dreams
He came to desert in rags
The gruesome work realities
That grilled him as penalties
To rise before scorching Sun
To race ahead of evading fun
Failing one day to show up
Friends, after a door break up
Found him dead in the barracks
Freed from the worldly shackles
He endured many dust storms
His endeavours to earn in riyals
He returned to homeland lying
Having lived ever without lying!
The Oasis
He stood in a crowded bus
His wallet with few rupees
He came to the town from
His village, in a poor form
His first ever travel by air
He sat silently in Gulf-air
His heart filled in dreams
He came to desert in rags
His gruesome work realities
Had grilled him as penalties
He rose before scorching Sun
He raced ahead of evading fun
He endured many dust storms
His endeavours earned him riyals
He returned to homeland flying
Having a family, eagerly waiting!
