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.