Sajal Ahmed
Sajal Ahmed Poems
Dear Sylvia Plath
this morning
I dedicate a knife to you.
The blood of my veins and sub‑veins
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Even from the womb I had heard, only if the father is wealthy does the unborn child's value increase. So I wanted to place my worn-out two feet on the mung-ball planet without stepping into the chest of this tiny man called Earth.
But what to think — God sent me to Earth and that too in the house of some former government slave.
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Sajal Ahmed Biography
I am Sajal Ahmed. I live in a remote village in Bangladesh. Since I did not earn a degree from a major institution, I have grammatical issues. My birthday is June 22. Even though I worked in a newspaper, I have never published on a page because I never revealed my name. I wanted to see whether my poems are really poems or whether the Bengali literary society would accept them. In this regard, I am disappointed, because even anonymously, my own institutions did not accept my poems. I have sent two of my poems via email to different newspapers, though they might not have published them due to their grammar rules and language standards. I am not disappointed about this. None of my poems are famous in Bangladesh, I have no readers or fans. Now my expectation is that people at the other end of the world will read my poems, and that these poems will be archived on the Internet for a long time so that people in the future across the world can read them. My language is rough; I write exactly what comes to my mind. If you are hurt, I take the responsibility, because I write to break you intensely from within. Thank you.)
The Best Poem Of Sajal Ahmed
Dear Sylvia Plath
Dear Sylvia Plath
this morning
I dedicate a knife to you.
The blood of my veins and sub‑veins
I dedicate all of it to you.
So that you are blood‑smeared in sorrow.
Carbon monoxide
smeared on your body,
I am fire;
even then, the desire to hold you.
Not this way—at least as a lover,
in some other way
I can give you a death without disturbance—
a death calmer
than the one you chose.
I have come with poison‑soaked wine in my hand,
come, take a sip.
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Sajal Ahmed Quotes
Every men carries an inner child. When someone behaves like one, never say, 'You're not a child anymore.' If those words cut deep, they may hide that child forever from you. And in that moment, you might have broken something fragile.
If today I lay down my life for my own people, after my death, those for whom I died will fracture into three groups—or more. Some will see me as a messenger of God, a great soul among humans. Some will hurl curses at my name. And some will remain so silent, as though nothing ever took place. But my true devaluation will come from those who knew everything, yet chose silence.
True friendship? Wordless. Real deep sh*t doesn't need explanation.
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