Like a Bird

I’m like a bird that is half slaughtered,

Struggling to rise,

Whose wings are dabbed with her heart’s

Blood as she dies.

I know too well the warmth and cold

That Fortune’s shown;

I’m not a child to whom the world

Is still unknown.

Jahan Malek Khatun

In a bitter memory.

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