“Waqt” is a small reminder about something we all feel but can never hold - time. In this poem, I’ve tried to show how waqt quietly becomes a part of everything: our khushiyan, our gham, our rishtas and even our learnings. Kabhi yeh palon ki tarah nikal jaata hai, kabhi sadiyon sa lagta hai, par ek baat pakki hai - yeh hamesha kuch na kuch sikha kar hi jaata hai. This poem is about understanding that waqt khud kabhi bura nahi hota; bas woh humein uss pal ki value samjha det
