See the seen
Then:
Different was the now known Dubai
Different was job, and my place
Different were the looks.
I saw him…
A young Indian with pierce
A single pierce in one ear
Earlobe donated to faith.
And those looks…
From those blue eyes
From the blond and blonde
Those looks and those smiles.
In my skin I felt needles; tinder, fire
From the selfish modern Europeans.
I could read both sides:
"See the stupid backward! "
"I believe in my faith, god! "
Now:
Many things are changed, influenced
By what people call it: "the fashion."
The prior is filled with pierce
The latter has lost his confidence
And many are monkeys and parrots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem