An Expat n' Riyadh
Marhabah!
Where yellow sun rises,
Among warm saffron skies,
Where seconds, minutes, hours,
Makes dome blue cries
Where nightstar an’ daystar meets,
Where sand gold an’ water dies,
Camels new day welcomes,
While anima sweats,
A job thousand miles away,
An' green dough eludes
No more…
Psyche white an’ black,
Long loose dresses,
Kaffiyeh white an’ checkered
Gathers among non o’ their kind,
Batha souks abound,
Gold, silver an’ carpets
Salutes salaimalaikum,
Malaikum salam, replied I,
Loud voice sung n’ air,
Calls worshipers,
Atop minoret tower
Up high bold crescent,
Magnificent mosque,
Salah starts inside,
Faithful soul bows,
Alah Akbar!
Expat takes astroll,
Greets sabah-a’lker,
Sabah a’nur, replied I,
Shwarma n’mornin’,
Aches belly an’ full
Heavy pour soaks I out,
Wonder ‘bout rain,
Wonder flooded streets,
It came from where?
Stone ice wonder I still,
Big as apple, hail is it?
Crown I shook,
Believe can’t I
Rides on top, camel on back,
Cupped hand on brow,
Angoras an’ sheeps far beyond
Bloke walkest afar,
Saud ol’ mud castle saw I,
Centuries yet foregone,
Sturdy n’ strong
Sweet dates aplenty,
N' wilderness mosey I 'bout,
Nearly starved n’ death,
Clips afew awhile
Ah! Oasis n’ the midst,
Arms n' offering to Alah,
Quenches athirst,
Twas’ Friday mornin’,
Walkest back n sanded hills,
Saw fam’ly gathers 'round oasis,
Remains there rain after,
Frolicks children ‘bout,
Twas’ picnic all right
Expat leaps n' joy,
Gone yesterday,
Home sweet home today,
From Riyadh with love
Shukran sadique!
Where yellow sun rises,
Among warm saffron skies,
Where seconds, minutes, hours,
Makes dome blue cries
Where nightstar an’ daystar meets,
Where sand gold an’ water dies,
Camels new day welcomes,
While anima sweats,
A job thousand miles away,
An' green dough eludes
No more…
Psyche white an’ black,
Long loose dresses,
Kaffiyeh white an’ checkered
Gathers among non o’ their kind,
Batha souks abound,
Gold, silver an’ carpets
Salutes salaimalaikum,
Malaikum salam, replied I,
Loud voice sung n’ air,
Calls worshipers,
Atop minoret tower
Up high bold crescent,
Magnificent mosque,
Salah starts inside,
Faithful soul bows,
Alah Akbar!
Expat takes astroll,
Greets sabah-a’lker,
Sabah a’nur, replied I,
Shwarma n’mornin’,
Aches belly an’ full
Heavy pour soaks I out,
Wonder ‘bout rain,
Wonder flooded streets,
It came from where?
Stone ice wonder I still,
Big as apple, hail is it?
Crown I shook,
Believe can’t I
Rides on top, camel on back,
Cupped hand on brow,
Angoras an’ sheeps far beyond
Bloke walkest afar,
Saud ol’ mud castle saw I,
Centuries yet foregone,
Sturdy n’ strong
Sweet dates aplenty,
N' wilderness mosey I 'bout,
Nearly starved n’ death,
Clips afew awhile
Ah! Oasis n’ the midst,
Arms n' offering to Alah,
Quenches athirst,
Twas’ Friday mornin’,
Walkest back n sanded hills,
Saw fam’ly gathers 'round oasis,
Remains there rain after,
Frolicks children ‘bout,
Twas’ picnic all right
Expat leaps n' joy,
Gone yesterday,
Home sweet home today,
From Riyadh with love
Shukran sadique!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.