Half a world away from home

I stand in front of the hotel window

Sounds of prayer penetrate through the glass

Reminding everyone this month is Ramadan

Stone throw away from the glamorous hotel

Sharp contrast is found in the slum

In a city where high rise is abundant

Some children are challenged to find a shelter

With millions of souls pack into a concrete forest

Getting around the town is not as easy as it sounds

With the traffic in perpetual gridlock

It certainly feels like the time has stopped

The sun is setting, the prayer subsides

Palm leaves waving in the wind unstoppably

The sky turns dark, the heat remains

I will be heading home when the sun rises