I walked away through shadowed haze.

For guilt had carved within my soul

A wound no time could make me whole.

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.

The Silent Guilt

The evening faded all too soon,

Beneath the sky’s pale silver moon.

I wandered through the forest deep,

Where Nature seemed at rest, asleep.

I sat upon a lonely stone,

With quiet thoughts I called my own.

When sudden wings cut through the air,

An eagle struck from hidden lair.

It seized a hen with ruthless might,

And drew her into deadly fight.

Though weak, she struggled, brave and true,

For helpless chicks she dearly knew.

They fought beneath the darkening sky,

Where echoes carried every cry.

But strength prevailed, as fate decreed,

And left her lifeless in her need.

The eagle tore her fragile frame,

Unmoved by pity, void of shame.

I stepped ahead—but could not act,

As fear and shock held my heart back.

Above, her chicks began to cry,

Their voices rose in mournful sigh.

Their tiny eyes, with sorrow filled,

Spoke of a love so purely willed.

Their falling tears upon me lay,

As if they whispered words to say:

“You saw it all, yet chose to stand,

Instead of giving her your hand.”

The forest hushed, the winds grew still,

As grief obeyed a silent will.

She gave her life in love so deep,

While I stood by, my soul to keep.

With heavy heart and lowered gaze,

I walked away through shadowed haze.

For guilt had carved within my soul

A wound no time could make me whole.

______________________ 

Read: An Urge of an Ant

The post The Silent Guilt – Poetry from Pothohar first appeared on Sindh Courier.