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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Comments2
A poem of values and the point is made well that we should assess our sense of what is most important. Are values more important than individuals? If so maybe our values need to be reassessed. Well written
Yes. Indeed. Thank you for your interpretation. One must truly assess what come before; status, or value
You are most welcome
The poem seeks to provoke thought about the nature of honour, challenging the reader to consider its implications on personal identity and societal norms. It serves as a commentary on how honour can be both a guiding principle and a source of distress.
Undoubtedly true. Thank you for giving your interpretation of this poem.
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