I am an expatriate Living in the sand My employer is hostile It’s no more a barren land Abundant glittering of gold Shine of sprinkled stone Blazing cruel sun Remains the gift for the toiler Only castle speaks the truth Lie speaks the spoiler Unfriendly religious sore Brotherhood with gore I live in the place To get my bread and butter But you keep me here For the cumbersome chore I deserve the respect You lack admiration This is my story So I will utter But with no butter!
It is entirely our fault. We go back home with a Rolex in wrist, original looking first copy of ray-ban on face and a fake smile of satisfaction. Aren’t we cheating people back home?
A witty and charming but an oppressed person. Who was standing in an unmoved queue, for the last 50 minutes finally uttered out the frustration.
Hearing his satire I looked at my attire, and not just me half of the people in queue had the similar deceptive appearance, except that mentioned smile which was now substituted by the right facial expression. Expression of aggravated fear.
About an hour ago the PIA aircraft had arrived on runway 10 minutes before its arrival time. And literally public had run towards the immigration/security clearance counters to try their fortunes. Those who were coming for the first time cursed nation and its impolite behavior. All others had no time to curse they just joined the marathon.
If the above narrations do not make sense to you then probably you have never visited the eastern airport in kingdom 🙂