A Light To Call My Own Poem by Emtiaz Anwar

The woman I might love with all my heart,
Yet she remains a figure who played no part.

Mumma, she finished her school and her college too,
But couldn't help me with the struggles I knew.

I understand that school and work are different places, But her broken smile fill empty spaces.

I remember a moment, a case,
When I saw her sign her name in the morning with a struggling pace,

As if she was recovering from a hard, tough phase.

I wonder if the woman I adored
meant to help me rise above or be no more.

Was I drawn to her to make up for my lack? To cover up the things I couldn't do or didn't have back?

Every time I left or she walked away, They say we had chemistry, but still, I'm drawn to the woman, she fight.

Maybe someday I'll have you, my light.