The Anwar's Final Glow Poem by Emtiaz Anwar

Sometimes I tread paths solo, far from what's known, Sometimes I dissolve into distant lands, like city's muted stone. No roadmap guides me, no labels hold— I follow the hush of freedom, where silence makes me bold.

I'm the echo of a restless heartbeat within, A fire that flickers where dreams and trials begin. No cozy home anchors me, no North Star lights my flight— Only a wild yearning that dances deep into night.

I've slept beneath skies that weep their sorrow down, And danced where broken hopes wear resilience like a crown. Each step I take hums a quiet, defiant roar— A shadow stitched into dreams I chase forevermore.

No walls contain this untamed soul I bear, No borders bind the longing I wear. I'm the storm, the spark, the ember's final glow— A seeker drawn to truths only the heart can know.

So don't ask me where I call ‘home'— My refuge lives in the melodies I roam. I walk with derveshi, a sacred, silent pact— A stranger to the world, yet true to my own track.