You are not here…
The days,
With a few broken coins of time
Jingling in their pockets,
Keep wandering
Through forgotten streets.
Nisar Banbhan
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 Days Wander Aimlessly Without You
You are not here…
The days,
With a few broken coins of time
Jingling in their pockets,
Keep wandering
Through forgotten streets.
Every evening
Perches upon the branches of trees,
Thinking your name,
Then quietly
Folds its wings into silence.
The sunlight
Resting by the window
Lingers for a long while,
Pretending to be
The echo of your approaching footsteps;
Then, exhausted,
It scatters itself
Across the floor.
I sit here,
Holding
An unfinished moment
Upon the palm of my hand,
Like a child
Who still insists
That a broken firefly
Can somehow
Give birth to light.
Come, someday…
Lay your smile
Upon the forehead of these wandering days.
For they have waited
For far too long,
Like a prayer
Still yearning
To be answered.
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