Have we ever considered how lifeless a life becomes? 

That it drives someone to the brink of taking their own life? 

Nisar Banbhan, a seasoned poet and writer, based in Karachi, the capital city of Sindh shares his poetry 

Hailing from Village Mir Muhammad Banbhan, Taluka Mirwah, District Khapurpur and based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh, Nisar Banbhan is a seasoned professional with nearly 25 years of multifaceted experience, encompassing 3 years in journalism and over two decades of service in a public sector organization. His extensive expertise spans content creation, scriptwriting, screenwriting, lyrics, poetry, and storytelling across multiple languages, including Sindhi, Urdu, and English. Nisar has honed his skills in writing articles, columns, and short stories, contributing to various national and regional media outlets. Additionally, he brings a deep understanding of program development, educational advocacy, and strategic planning, having led initiatives that promote quality education and foster community empowerment. His passion for literature and education merges seamlessly, enabling him to craft impactful narratives that resonate with diverse audiences while driving meaningful change in society.

The True Essence of Life

A poet brings forth their emotions from the depths of their heart and binds them in words, 

Then releases those words into the air, 

Like leaves scattered by the wind. 

The listener must dive into the depth of understanding hidden within them, 

And it is in this moment that the poet realizes the true essence of their creation. 

But can every thought be spoken? 

And can every thought be heard? 

No, such a thing is impossible, 

And this is where the divergence of opinions begins. 

Despite having everything, why do we still seek external happiness? 

It is because we fail to see our loved ones through their eyes, 

We hold expectations, but what we receive is different, 

Yet if we were to see ourselves once through their gaze, 

Perhaps all grievances would fade away. 

When we speak of pain, whether in poetry or prose, 

The others often think we are only writing for sympathy or seeking attention, 

But if they could see our condition from our perspective, 

Perhaps they would find themselves humbled in their own eyes. 

Have we ever considered how lifeless a life becomes? 

That it drives someone to the brink of taking their own life? 

We often remember relationships by their last moments, 

Even if the rest of the memories were filled with joy, 

If the final encounter was bitter, we completely reject the bond. 

These thoughts confine life to mere existence, 

And we forget the true essence of living. 

The pain that breaks the soul, 

Makes us prisoners of the touch of those we part from. 

Then, there is no trace of the past, 

Nor any worry for the future, 

Only the present remains, 

Slipping through our hands like sand. 

There is still time, 

Give time to your loved ones, 

Make them feel your presence, 

For these are the moments that reveal the true colors of life.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"