Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest Poem by Matloob Bokhari

SMALLEST COFFINS ARE THE HEAVIEST
When I saw the parts of body of an innocent baby.
The lone son of a mother, killed by bomb blast.
I saw his blood and pieces of flesh blown in the air.
His mother cried: 'My son, my only son, my brothers.'
In grief and sorrow, I cried with tears in my eyes.
My soul like a galloping horse ran to woods;
Where I got refuge in the temple of hills
Where there are no sermons of heaven and hell;
Where there is no killing in the name of God;
Where the green grass and sweetly smelling roses
Blossom the flowers of happiness in my soul.
There I sit to make the images with my tireless pen
Of all the human beings killed
By religious fanaticism and morbid hatred.

COMMENTS: SMALLEST COFFINS ARE THE HEAVIEST
Farzana Altaf: I'm lost for words...........
Semeniuk Carole: you are much needed in the world to open our eyes.. awaken our hearts.... our Souls to bleed...... the tragedy of mankind' is hatred.
Sandra Delussu: this is unbearable. but someone must bear it, instead. the death of a child is the more painful to bear. Much more pain arises when death is due to madness and blindness. so useless. so crazy. so destroying. as i learned to know you in poetry, as usual you have the right words to transmit all your desperation, in few sober lines you tell us all it is to be told.
Driftwood Ashore: Heartwrenching, painful!
Ann Carruth Donoghue: This brought me to tears. x
Michele Vizzotti-White: u r an awesome poet, happy to share the universe w/ your work.
Laura Grillo Laveglia: I am sorry your eyes and ears had to witness such sadness! As a poem though, very well written! How are you! I have not heard from you in a while and do hope all is well my friend!
Flora Vasconcelos: That is the truth, my Friend: letting personal devils astride in name of GOD.
Annie Hilwani: very sad poem in beautiful lines...
Das Krishna: Crime is manufactured. It is not inborn quality. Sources of crime are not natural and therefore it can be easily stopped. But the governments who are paid to protect us want it to justify by them.You are doing a service of the Allah..Allah = all one = oneness. We are teacher, we are actually a right kind of ruler, RULER OF MINDS.
Gail Wolper: OMG what an awful and brilliant poem Matloob! It was painful to read, and I almost did not continue. This is a deeply political poem and needs to be written. However I do not want to keep that picture in my mind, I cannot stand to think of a baby in this way, it would drive me mad.
EmMeilė: Matloob, the poem is heartbreaking and should never be a reality...yet the hatred and greed in men make it so. You have expressed the pain and escape tenderly and with great beauty, dear friend. May all receive healing and release their diseases that result in wars, hunger and all suffering end.
Shareef Abdur-Rasheed: Assalaamu alaykum warahmatulahiwabarakatuakhee. Really happy to see your pen expressing in your blessed way the horrors we face in this F&%#ed up world today! May Allah(swt) increase our Eman forgive us again and again and protect us from all the fittan and grant us the garden, Aameen! This piece cuts right to the bone akhee! Very powerful, Your Brother, Shareef!
Raja Ikram Qamar: Very powerful and beautiful poem.
Tariq Qureshi: Very sad what is happening. These are the wages of sin. No refuge not even in the green woods.