Gulf Dreams

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
******************************^
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


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