Time, the healer of wounds, both old and new,
With every passing second, it leaves its clue.
But in its trail, it carries the gift of solace,
Healing the fractured, at a tranquil, gentle pace.
Amidst sorrow’s depths, when tears freely stream,
Time’s gentle caress brings forth a hopeful gleam.
It comforts the torment, relieves the ache’s strain,
As days become months, and years, once again.
Time, the finest healer, within its gentle hold,
Serves as a soothing elixir for the weary soul.
It imparts patience, the skill to release our grip,
And as it moves forward, strength from within we equip.
As we journey through life’s changing scenes,
Time’s the constant tune, the song that means.
In its rhythm, we waltz, in its flow, we sway,
With faith that it heals, through night and day.
Embrace the present, it’s never too delayed,
Time, the supreme healer, our destinies laid.
In its sagacity, we gain, we mend, we rise,
In its timeless grasp, our narratives harmonize.

The writer works in the Education Department and can be reached at [email protected]

Azhar u Din