The green trees burned with fearful glow,
Hot ashes covered all below.
Some tiny birds brought drops of rain,
And tried to cool the flames again.
Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi, hailing from Tehsil Kahuta, Islamabad, Pakistan, shares his poetry
Dr. 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.
A Flame
One pleasant evening, warm and bright,
I walked beneath the fading light.
To see the forest fresh and fair,
And breathe the scented evening air.
The woodland stretched so deep and wide,
With lofty trees on every side.
I climbed upon a grassy height,
And watched the lovely peaceful sight.
Dark clouds were drifting through the sky,
While flocks of birds went singing by.
The waterfall gave soft delight,
Its silver song was pure and bright.
The cuckoo sang upon a tree,
A tune of gentle melody, free
The partridge praised the Lord above,
And filled the woods with peace and love.
Bright flowers bloomed in colors gay,
The dancing leaves seemed glad and gay.
The forest looked so calm and fair,
With beauty shining everywhere.
Then near a tree I saw a hive,
Where busy bees did hum and thrive.
In foolishness I lit a flame,
Not knowing harm and grief soon came.
The little bees were burned with fire,
The flames leapt higher, higher, higher.
From tree to tree the wildfire spread,
And fearful smoke rose overhead.
The birds flew round with cries of pain,
To save their nests, but all in vain.
The earth and sky seemed both to weep,
As flames destroyed the forest deep.
The green trees burned with fearful glow,
Hot ashes covered all below.
Some tiny birds brought drops of rain,
And tried to cool the flames again.
But all the forest passed away,
Because of my careless deed that day.
I learned with sorrow, tears, and sighs,
Wrong action brings a heavy price.
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