Selected Poems by Jahan Malek Khatun

I’m like a bird that is half-slaughtered,

Struggling to rise,

Whose wings are dabbled 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.

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I didn’t know my value then, when I

Was young, so long ago;

And now that I have played my part out here,

What is it that I know?

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I hear it’s strangers whom you welcome,

Whom you make much of now;

Let me then be a stranger in

The kingdom where you reign.

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