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Some build marvels in the sand,
some grow weeds in fertile land,
some cut down trees to make pages,
and on afforestation some's poem rages,
some fly in the air across the globe,
some across every nook of an island probe,
some dig up the earth for mummy remains,
and some to relieve dearest of worldly pains,
some run to melt down the junky fat,
some stare and starve like a striped cat,
some dance and sing and make the song,
and some thrive for joys all life long,
some hunt for elixir in the deserts,
some hunt for elixir in the desserts,
some live life like you only live once,
and some live like they are the immortal ones,
some crave for soft chairs and water beds,
some for clothes blues or reds,
some live on medicines for near and dear,
and some entangled in the death's fear,
some wait for life to pass them over,
some to help their family burdens lower,
some are alive to torment their fellows,
and some to share with all, their mellows,
every human life on earth has a reason,
some of brotherhood some of treason,
but are most lives veiled by the valance,
such is the mother nature's humanitarian balance. 

A monday morning

As the sun soared in the east on a Monday, a man prayed in the waters for his daughter's feast,
A daughter far away in a land cared for the least, as his bread soaked in the yeast.
Back amidst buildings reaching the skies, his yards wavered to where his bed lies,
And he picked up his bread waving away flies, and comforted his heart with buttery lies.

Honey dripped from the fresh bread, and the phone prayed to be read,
He no more embraced fear and dread, his eyes no more swollen red.
On a holiday after he resigned, running from that life where he whined,
His stars in dreams he realigned, and like a child's his eyes shined.

Bossing the people not his kith and kin, tons of false respect did he win,
Far from his tents and camels and gin, with a golden tooth did he grin?
His wives waited chatting in the heat; his daughters did the western culture meet,
His sons sumptuously gleamed over red meat, but his absence made bitter such sweet.

One father far from his girl, ran all the day that giant swirl,
One youth far from the working whirl, in and into emptiness did pearls hurl.
One veiled man far from children put his minds to let the resort run,
They got the best beef and bun, but their life was not the real fun.

Like its rice like its noodle like its chai,
Lacking life on a Monday morning existed Dubai.