My Pass Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My pass

Have stamps in my pass,
Lecturers, orators
In silent…

One or two of stamps
Of varied Emirates…
Have secrets in their hearts
Written, carved, like book of
Robin Moore, named "Dubai."

No fiction is perfect
But some are, near fact
And his is one of such…

The book was forbidden
Illegal, if was caught…

Ashook was a friend,
Indian, Keralite,
He worked for N. A. L.
But, also, did research
And was well connected
With some of architects
As well as researchers.

He wrapped book in rag and
Brought it in secret.

I read it in no time
And followed characters…

Then, some of, now-leaders
Were hardly anyone…

Among what book shows us
Is Dubai-India's
Speed boats and the dhows.

Arrest of Latifa, sheikh's daughter
That escaped but was caught
Takes me there, to that time…