Dreams of Temporary People
Bags being packed
Reluctantly memories are being packed too
Uprooting from ones transient homes eons
They were not very transient after all
We accidentally invested too much
Transience became Permanant
We became one with the place
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Growing up, is after all
Piggy banking on our parents
We hope to break out
But when we do
We figure out, that it’s our stories too
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The Gulf is borrowed time
But this extended time
Unknowingly, becomes our lives
With memories, nostalgias and sorrows
This time, we hope that we had made initially our own
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MP
17/06/2017
Muscat
Change Thinker 