Fazil's Dream




Steel and glass monsters

Pierce the skies in glory

Towering over each other

As if to tell their own proud story


It’s early morning sunrise

As Fazil fastens his belt

To scale the Dubai high-rise

He faces the harsh sun that melts

His sweaty skin but not his soul

As he starts ascending 160 floors


Feisty, fearless, all part of Fazil’s game

Joined by his building brothers

Whose lives of toil are just the same

It’s not the height or fear that bothers

Nor those floors a hundred feet below

It’s memories of his family left behind

Back in his country he left years ago


All those things that drives him to find

A life of promise in a city that shines

Was it his destiny that called him here?

No, it’s his lonely heart that pines

For a friend or two, or someone dear


Through sweat and toil for a good tomorrow

Driven by a dream longing for a good life

Reaching the Top, he brushes aside the sorrow

Will what’s ahead bring hope, free from strife?

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