As I stand along the street,
So many people do my eyes meet.
Some with bags, some without,
Some with smiles, some with pouts.
The cars go by, some honk a bit,
The whirring sound on city street.
The fragrance enters my nose,
Hard-working people and food arose.
This city-life is certainly a treat,
It’s how I live my life, complete.
I enjoy the buildings, glass and brick,
Some reach the sky with architecture so slick.
Some need new paint, others a wash,
All are here because of a wish;
Sheikh Zayed was a visionary man,
Who had a wish to build a land.
His wish came true 44 years ago,
And how fortunate I am to have lived here, oh!