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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