In the vast city's gleaming light, Where dreams and stars align, I chase the promises of night, Yet something tugs inside. Amidst the bustling, crowded streets, Where shadows dance and fade, A whisper of a distant beat, Calls from the life I made. Beneath the urban, restless hum, I hear a softer tune, The murmurs of where I come from, Beneath the harvest moon. The scent of earth, the touch of rain, The warmth of faces dear, A place where love and memories reign, And hearts are always near. Though towers rise and futures gleam, In concrete and in steel, I wander back in every dream, To where the soul can heal. For in the noise and in the haste, In every path I roam, The echoes of my past embrace, And guide me gently home. — Naz