Bitter Honey Poem by Jahan Zeb
Bitter Honey
Destined to be born but not to grow,
The little baby sleeping in his cot,
Expecting his new world a happy flow,
Knows not his God, custom nor his faith,
You gave life, like (in sunshine) snow,
Not snow, was like a crystal ice,
It broke; pieces scattered, and melted,
A sorry or some dollar will not do,
Lives you have taken, hundreds lives,
Have broken not utensil or cheap knives,
The soulless bees are pouring but no honey,
Sending death to baby in his cot,
The member men are learned and philosopher,
Can't find ways to let the baby prosper,
Stop shooting them from sky UNO,
Killed why? Most of them don't know.
A very deep, visual poem about the terrible consequences of war on innocent victims, great write!
really a heartfelt and a bitter truth...a power full write sir but i do wish you don't have write poem on this subject again...... thank you for sharing, love payal
Really a heartrending story written in verse with rhythmic splendour. An insightful piece of poetry.
let the children live and grow to be happy adults. They are God's gift to man. Sad but true write
let the children live and grow to be happy adults. They are God's gift to man. Sad but true write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:13:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
heart gripping knowing they never had a chance, tears of mothers, numbed by drilling of war planes... excellent writing Jahan!