Literature

Happy Nature – A Poem from Pothohar

The waterfalls in thunder rise,

Like echoing hymns beneath the skies.

Their roaring voices, wild yet pure,

Sing songs eternal and secure.

Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi, hailing from Tehsil Kahuta, Islamabad, Pakistan, shares his poetry

Dr Muhammad Ishaque Abbasi-Poet-Pakistan-Sindh CourierDr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi, born on November 16, 1975, in Khuian village, Tehsil Kahuta, Islamabad, Pothohar area of Pakistan, is an internationally recognized poet, writer, and educator. Writing primarily in English, his literary works focus deeply on Nature and Peace, themes close to his heart and central to his lifelong mission. From a very young age, Dr. Abbasi faced profound personal loss—his mother passed away when he was just three years old, after a tragic fall into a ravine. This early life hardship shaped his resilient spirit and inspired his poetic voice, which now echoes the message of peace, humanity, and emotional resilience across borders. He has won multiple awards and has consistently secured top positions in numerous national and international poetry competitions. His poems have been published in anthologies, literary journals, newspapers, and magazines around the world. Dr. Abbasi is also a vibrant member of over 30 global literary and humanitarian organizations. In 2024, Dr. Abbasi earned 3rd place in the prestigious Friedrich von Schiller International Literary Competition held in Germany, marking yet another milestone in his literary journey.

Happy Nature

The crystal stream in silence sings,

Reflecting moonlight’s silver wings.

The velvet grass, in emerald spread,

Feels whispers where the soft winds tread.

 

The moon adorns the sky with grace,

A tranquil glow on Nature’s face.

The bushes bow in breezy art,

While hidden serpents drift apart.

 

The waterfalls in thunder rise,

Like echoing hymns beneath the skies.

Their roaring voices, wild yet pure,

Sing songs eternal and secure.

 

My thoughts, like sunlight, gently gleam,

My soul awakens in a dream.

O joyful world, so bright, so fair,

With boundless beauty everywhere—

 

It heals the heart, it frees the soul,

And makes the broken spirit whole.

I see a world Serene and true

Where Nature smiles in every hue.

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