In a plane, memories are painted.
Trip was tricky but well planned.
On my way back my heart got pained.
To Dubai, I flew.
The experience was new.
How long will these memories last?

Up the sky like a bird gloating in the cold.
The plane sliding through in the clouds.
Then I giggled like a clown.
Thinking of a way back my face frowned.
Why did I think of that?

My heart beating so loud like a drum.
Having a sip of peach-flavoured drink.
On the beach people gathered like ducks.
Isn’t a great pleasure to be on peak?

The gentle breeze cooling down my soul.
It felt like a paradise.
The trip deserves all the praise.
Wouldn’t you praise it too?