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Bitter Honey

Rating: 4.4

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,
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written for all those Children who are killed before they understand the complexity of life.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 02 February 2020

Really a heartrending story written in verse with rhythmic splendour. An insightful piece of poetry.

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Heather Wilkins 05 June 2013

let the children live and grow to be happy adults. They are God's gift to man. Sad but true write

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Heather Wilkins 05 June 2013

let the children live and grow to be happy adults. They are God's gift to man. Sad but true write

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Shai Cherry 08 November 2012

such deep meaning makes you think

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Roong S 25 October 2012

This is very touching..

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Hans Vr 23 October 2012

This poem is very well written. Bitterness. Hard truth. Life is precious. And yet... I visited your poetry after reading a poem by Payal. I think she was right, you are very talented poet.

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Payal Parande 26 September 2012

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

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Dave Walker 25 September 2012

A fantastic poem, powerful work. A great write.

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Dr Sruthi Varma 21 September 2012

heart touching..showing the pain of innocent lives..

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Saadat Tahir 20 September 2012

you do well to write about the shame of Pakistan. We are a blighted nation that refuses to recognize its own lost innocence. faceless death showers pain and pernicious pronouncements everyday....we bleed from a thousand cuts....and yet we take refuge in the humorless ifs and buts. you might like to read these poems i wrote long time back. http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-on-crutches-ravages-of-war/ and http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-red-roses-ooze-21st-april-2k11/

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