Poem: I Think of You

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I think of you,

Through every season,

And often at night,

Wandering aimlessly

Along roads that stretch beyond time itself.

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

Nisar Banbhan- Sindh CourierHailing 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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I think of you,

Through every season,

And often at night,

Wandering aimlessly

Along roads that stretch beyond time itself.

 

I think of sitting with you

On sidewalks for hours,

Sharing spicy tales,

Singing songs of love,

Laughing so loud,

And making you burst into laughter.

 

So much runs through my mind,

For loving you means thinking of you endlessly.

 

I think of those verandas,

The courtyards, and garden corners,

Where we’d sit humming melodies of love,

You listening to my poems,

Searching for yourself

In every verse I wrote.

 

I think of holding your hand,

Placing it over my heart,

And telling you,

“You live here already,

So why do I keep you trapped

In the lines of my poems?”

 

I imagine you showering me with questions,

A barrage of whys and hows,

And I smile thinking of the day

When you’ll be by my side.

 

When that day comes,

I’ll make you laugh endlessly,

I’ll tell you the truth—

You visit me every day in my thoughts.

 

Sometimes, you sulk

Over the smallest things,

And walk away from me.

But then, in these same thoughts,

You don’t return.

You stay angry, distant,

Lingering somewhere far away.

 

The walls of my room,

The cruel ticking of the clock,

The cold murmur of the wind,

The open pages of my books,

And the soaked words within them—

Even my poems and all my stories

Ask me the same question:

“Why did she leave?

Why did she leave behind this sadness?

And when will she return?

 

When will she walk again

Through the garden of my verses—

To fight, to quarrel,

Only to be coaxed back into love?”

 

This storm of thoughts rains upon me often.

I think of you.

I see you.

And I love you still.

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