Time - Rich Doctor

                                                            Living Again My School Time                                             " A Father's Grateful Heart to Dawood Public School "                                                  Each morning, the gate swings open wide,                                                        And time folds gently, side by side.                             ...

As a Thief in the Night They strike like thieves in the dark of night, Ignoring truth, ignoring right. They think they've won a one-sided fight, Despite the call to peace, so bright. We showed restraint, we tried to guide, Offered peace, stood dignified. But they were blind, crossed every height, Unmoved by reason, deaf to light. Then wisdom stirred the silent might, The hawks took flight in full insight. From every edge and skyward height, A message burned — bold and right: "If you begin with ruthless spite, Be warned — we end what you ignite."  feedback: wahidharoon70@gmail.com

  Under The Cloudy Sky I start my day with love and gentle talk I hope to sustain its essence, ---- If  wind shifts ---- and attack of Roosting Hawk The feel of Peace shall be there as Divine Spark Gratitude      drips    from  every    leaf ----------------------------------------------------- In  Simple  Joy ------ I find Refuge -------and ------------ Ultimate---------------Relief I      have       Firm   Belief ,     neither     fear            nor                     defeated  doubt  Take          it                    away                       as           sneaky        ...

 Kites Let children speak in kites, Bright scraps of hope sewn in thread — Multicolor, and sometimes red. Kids only know riddles and morning buttered bread. Please avoid treaties penned after bloodshed. Let children grow — no rocket, no power of global heads. Let them glide, not fall — they are our tomorrow, after all. Let the sky be sketched with children's dreams — Nights with no thunder, filled with the voices of screams. A kite never kills; it dances — It carries air of hope and joyful breeze. So let the children live — Let them grow — Let them rise — Let them be a kite — Let them fly. for feedback: wahidharoon70@gmail.com

Two Friends We began as friends — young, curious, full of energy. Late-night chats after rounds, tea breaks turned into therapy, dreams shared without filters. Then life happened. Work grew heavier, titles came, and time slipped through quiet cracks. Now, we don't talk like we used to. Not because something went wrong — just… different seasons, different rhythms. But sometimes, in still moments, those memories visit like old songs. And I smile — grateful for what we had, hoping you do too. — Connect with me at wahidharoon70@gmail.com  

Love in the Pandemic My first reflection, inspired by a heartfelt morning meeting. This is my first poetry post Written on April 8,2020. Dedicated to Dr. Nadeem. A brief encounter Moved me deeply — enough to break inner barriers and let words flow. Love in the Pandemic Feel the essence of care, When the heart is anemic. It brings a good effect This feeling isn’t local — It’s wholly systemic. I pray that Love May stay pandemic. — — — God is Love, Who heals through panic. And shows us grace — Even in a pandemic. God bless .