Yanbu Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'As I walked along this road
this street called Ishara Al Lutfi
seeing people silently walking
not minding anyone they seeing

as grasses of summer is swaying
from the hot desert winds
their pointed tips seems glowing
from the sun's fiery binds

though a little bit troubling
it's leaves slowly diminishing
but all this has to happened
in life cycle as we imagined

as life here is sad and limited
this street called Ishara Al Lutfi
my simple walk will just be part
of another man's forgotten history.'