Honour, Is a word
Often misunderstood,
Misused
Like the pills On my Mantle
My family knows Honour
(What is it? Is it solemn tears or solemn vows)
Yes, Honour? “honour.”
Water flows down
My head, Is numb.
And there are hands-
Hand prints on my body.
But honour is first,
And I am last
In the race of mankind
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Author:
kaagaz ki nao (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I once heard a story of a girl whose family\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s honour was more important than their own child, and I hope no-one ever fells that way. May your voice stand strong while the rest of the world quivers, because for them, honour is always first.
- Category: Reflection
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