In the nights of December,

There’s a wistful charm so captivating,

That one feels the urge

To sit somewhere

And weep to the heart’s content.

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.

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The Longing of December Nights

In the nights of December,

There’s a wistful charm so captivating,

That one feels the urge

To sit somewhere

And weep to the heart’s content.

The winds carry tiny drifting clouds,

As though the whispers of memories,

Sending a cool, soothing wave

Through the depths of the soul.

The air is so serene,

As if a friend sits beside,

Unfolding the tale of their sorrows,

Sharing the weight of their heart. 

But where are you?

Come to me.

Let me share the story of my grief with you.

Come, let us sit together somewhere,

And weep till our hearts are light again.

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Eyes Untired by Tears

My eyes know no fatigue,

Even after the endless labor of tears.

The ache of your absence,

The longing for your presence,

Lies etched deep within me.

I lay myself upon the very ground

Where every step of yours once graced,

As if the heat of my weary soul

Might compel me to rise and move.

Yet, this yearning,

This relentless longing,

Has seized my soul,

Leaving me bound in the chains of your memory.