Whispers of Wisdom

27/09/2025

Bowl of Dreams

An empty bowl sat at the doorway all night,
its mouth lifted toward the stars.
It waited like a pilgrim waits for prayer,
like a heart waits for forgiveness.

No footsteps approached,
no ladle poured kindness,
only the cold wind brushed against its edges,
filling it with dust instead of bread.

At dawn, a child awoke.
With barefoot silence,
he tiptoed to the bowl,
carrying nothing but a broken toy
a wooden horse with one leg missing.

He placed it gently inside,
as if feeding the bowl a piece of his dream.
The horse lay there quietly,
its chipped face smiling at the sky.

The child whispered:
If the world has no food,
perhaps dreams can be cooked.
If the fire of love burns bright enough,
maybe even toys can fill us.

The bowl did not answer,
but for a moment,
its hollowness felt holy.
For hunger can starve the stomach,
but it cannot starve the imagination of a child.

And sometimes,
dreams are the only bread
that keeps a tomorrow alive.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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Worth Beyond Coins

A man may hold wisdom
deeper than oceans,
a heart richer
than kingdoms of gold.

Yet, when poverty grips his shoulders,
the world averts its gaze.
His voice, once clear as dawn,
is drowned in the noise of coins
he does not own.

Merit becomes invisible
when measured against silver scales.
The skilled hands,
the brilliant mind,
the honest soul
all are wrapped in shadows
when pockets remain hollow.

This is the cruelty of our time:
to honor the garment, not the flesh,
to respect the crown, not the brow.

But know this—
poverty does not erase worth.
It only reveals the blindness
of those who cannot see.

For the true measure of a human
is not the glitter they carry,
but the fire they guard within
a fire no hunger,
no scarcity,
can ever extinguish.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

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23/09/2025

Breadless Nights

The night does not come with stars,
it comes with questions.
Why does the stomach sing so loud
when the streets are so quiet?

Children curl like torn blankets,
dreaming of bread
as though it were a distant country.
Mothers boil water to trick the air,
pretending a meal is near.

Breadless nights stretch like deserts,
each hour another thorn beneath the skin.
Still, the poor whisper hope
into the cracks of darkness
that tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow,
a loaf will find its way home.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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20/09/2025

Love Beyond Betrayal

No one is dearer to me than him,
though his gaze bends toward others.
Love is stubborn
it clings to the heart
even when betrayed by the eyes.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

20/09/2025

The Bird Returns Home

The bird returned to its tree at dusk,
even after loving the wild, open sky.
Roots tug harder than wanderlust
home waits,
even for the restless.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

20/09/2025

Laughter Drenched in Tears

I laughed again
because life demands laughter,
even when my voice is soaked with tears.
The sound was cracked,
but I wore it like a mask,
a fragile armor against despair.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

20/09/2025

Beneath the Boat

Even with a boat beneath my feet,
I fear the river’s sudden rage.
Sometimes safety is just an illusion,
and trust trembles
under the shadow of storms.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan

19/09/2025

Living Despite the Wounds

Even with wounds carved by absence,
even with the pressure of a thousand unseen weights,
life insists—
you must still walk,
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
still breathe,
still carry on.

19/09/2025

The Weight of Unspoken Sorrows

We laugh,
and in that laughter hide the bitterness
as if jokes could bury storms,
as if smiles could erase
the tally of wounds carved deep within.

If we had counted every scar,
if we had measured the nights
when silence pressed heavier than breath,
our hearts would have broken
long before the morning rose.

So we learned to disguise pain
in casual conversations,
to fold despair into laughter,
to scatter grief like dust
no one bothers to see.

Yet inside
we are still carrying
the uncounted ledger of hurts.
And it is both miracle and tragedy
that we are still alive,
still smiling,
still pretending
the weight does not crush.
Poet
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
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