A Woman In Dubai

When a woman leaves her children
To find work in a distant land
Promising them a future with rewards
Hoping they would all understand

She would roam for their future
With little regard to herself
Not knowing all in the task or the place
For her desire and intent is top shelf

Working long hours for little progress
Fearing sickness for her boss and plans
Out caste among other workers
Doing only what life demands

Bitter tears under sweet sun-sets
Silent before the pain of yesterday
Regrets not a few, secrets many
Yet fervent in view the children play

Whispered promises over miles
The causal meeting of a distant lover
Recovering hope amid tremblings
A new bright tomorrow to discover

You paid to her her service

She must stay till the last amount

A mother with dreams for her son

She is yours on account

Please lose her Dubai and let her go
I will  have her as my own
And pay you all you say she owes
Her arms have become my Castle home