Baku sang to me in whispers of wind, Caspian breezes where stories begin. Stone streets glowing in the autumn light, Laughter of strangers, warm and bright.
The journey painted skies so wide, Where east and west in silence collide. I met faces, vivid, kind, and true, Every smile a sunrise, fresh and new.
Yet here I stand where my heart belongs, Dubai hums with its daily songs. The desert air, the city’s glow, A rhythm of life I’ve come to know.
Among my colleagues, voices blend, In work, in banter, in goals we tend. The office walls, familiar ground, Where meaning and love are always found.
Travel may gift the soul its wings, But home is where the spirit sings. Baku, a chapter etched in gold, Dubai, the story still being told.
