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Rima Anil.Naik Poem
Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.
Now I look back to think….
Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.
Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.
I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.
Reading the terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!
As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.
To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.
Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.
I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?
I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.
Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”
Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2008
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Rima Anil.Naik Poem
After 4months & 1 week of separation, 129 days of tears and depression,
With a pimpled face and many grey hair, I write these lines,
wishing you were here.................
Marking the calendar as each day goes by...
My loneliness continues, I miss you and cry,
Near me you are but not with me,
How at peace can I possibly be?
I fast, visit temples and constantly pray,
"Dear God, bring back my love to me"- I say,
"oh Lord!, you said you sent him to me,
Then gone away from me, why has he?"
Eyes constantly glued to the door…
Ears await the ring of the phone…
Sonya, I long to see you and hear you say,
"Dear, I am back, hold me the same way".
"Chalo ice cream khilata hoon,
Laugh! Laugh! Ravan's sister-chidata hoon,
Dear, what did you do when I was gone?
I learnt to sing those pending two songs".
"Dear, I love you more than you do"
Why do you cry when I am with you?
I bought our car, home-n-jhoola just for you
Happily together we will live in our MAMU".
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2007
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On a new journey,into a new body
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2012
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Rima Anil.Naik Poem
Calm and composed to the core…
What from a boss could I ask more?
Humble, patient always gentle,
On your ethics, you can never fumble!
Path of peace is always your road,
Come what may, you never explode!
With "Just hang in there" your favorite line,
Provided comfort, made me feel fine...
My emails, calls, you would never revert,
Made me feel isolated and lost in a desert,
Untill the day I realized that Lee "Does",
And “actions” things without a buzz!
Boss, friend, mentor, guide! Who are thee?
You always supported me! Thank you Lee!
Complexities- you take in your stride,
You help with grace and zero pride....
You are as special as is today,
Sending you wishes from Bombay,
Today-The last date of this century, do celebrate,
Please accept thanks and wishes from your sub-ordinate!!
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2012
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Happiness is something I always fear,
To me ,It is far away and never near,
Patient waiting for over severals years.
Happiness comes, but quickly disappears.
Few days of joy , followed by years of sorrows,
Will I ever get to see a happy tomorrow?
I am happy to be sad ,it forms my routine,
Cant just keep wiping my tears umpteen.
A moment of joy forces me to worry,
Any huge sorrow ,to make me teary?
My tears have dried now and let them be,
I am happy to be sad , as sad can be.
Smiles and laughter, not meant for me,
Darkness and sorrows are my cup of tea,
I fear happiness , it kills me.
Life is mourning,and thats it for me.
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2007
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While I saw the news today,
They all mentioned "Mother's Day",
What was that to me, I asked?
Thank my mom for all my past?
Gosh! How awful was that I said?
Wondering the idea crossed, whosever's head?
What thank you and what gratitude?
Is that even possible, you smart little dude?
Into the world I came from her womb,
Right into her cozy arms, my largest room!
In her eyes, it was my face I first saw,
Seeing her smiley face, I first said "ma"
With every breath I took till date,
Standing beside me, she shaped my fate,
So far I took more than a zillion breaths,
Like an elastic band for me she has stretched...
I can only list food, clothes and tangible things,
Can I list love, affection, tears, sweat, blood and all her feelings?
So is this one day and a “Thank you” going to sum it all?
Never my dear friend, not at all!
I am only due to my mother,
A part of her, I am her daughter,
As long as I live, indebted I shall remain,
It is her blood that flows in my veins…
On this earth that I live each day,
For me every single day is mother’s day…
For what all can I say “Thank you”?
As the very next second I say “Ma I need you”
She is the one who is happy when I smile,
Those are her tears which flow, when I cry,
When I’m hurt, she bears the all pain,
Calming me, things to me she explains…
Thank you is small and a negligible word,
Only to be ignored, after being heard,
Summing my gratitude & love, A wish I have compiled,
That in my next birth, she agrees to have me again as her child……..
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2013
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Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain..
Diet Regime ..gone in vain...
My body- totally out of shape..
Gymnasium is a total waste!
Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo,
They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo".
They say I'm fat and call me a ball,
Or they say I am huge wall.
Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names,
All these words put me to total shame..
Hydrogen balloon , I am to some,
Hurting comments..yet I keep mum..
With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks..
Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach..
"Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud..
"Yet I'm happy and very proud!"
Confidence rises with my self esteem,
Happy and joyful, now I seem,
To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile
Leaving commenters surprised for a while..
Slowly though, one day they ask..
"Don't you feel like taking us to task ?"
"We hurt you and call out names to you..
And you only respond with a polite Thank you?"
To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat..
So you tell me how to solve that ?
All diet and efforts have gone in vain..
Does that mean I live in shame ?"
"Comments from you , the beautiful!
Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!"
My words make them feel terrible..
For ridiculing me they feel miserable..
Soon, towards me their attitudes change..
"Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim
"Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance..
Fat is Ugly..is our wrong inference.."
"Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within...
That matters more..than being thin.".
Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty"..
And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2006
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Years ago,I was in bondage,I
was in chains......I was ruled
over,I was lame....
I took blood shed,I wept in
silence,
Innocent people died at my
feet,I wept in silence,
Innocents were hanged,I wept
in Silence,
A part of me was cut and
separated ,I wept in silence...
I was called India! I was free..I
smiled...
I was called Mother India..I
smiled...
My children were happy,I
smiled...
Today I am 63,old and feeble,
My little girls are raped and
killed,I weep in silence,
My little kids are sold and
killed,I weep in silence,
My boys don't respect me or
any woman,I weep in silence,
Was I freed to see this?
The bondage was better than
being a slave of my own
people....
The chains were better than
being a free yet helpless
mother...
I cry,I weep...I weep in
silence...
(Dedicated to the brutal
gangrape in New Delhi-India)
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2012
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Ever since a little child,
Away from the family he was kept,
His protests were ruled out,
Searching for the reason,he silently wept.
No affection, love or bed time stories for him,
Always sad and dejected, his childhood was grim.
He longed for his mother's love,yearned for her time,
Unfulfilled desire of a little boy,what was his crime?
Away from home to Bangalore he was sent,
In a hostel to live alone,he had no intent.
Though dejected initially, he learnt to live alone,
Study ,work and earn, he soon became a gemstone.
Career enhanced and to Mumbai he came,
Appreciated for work, he rose to fame.
He met a girl and friends they became,
Cupid Struck and in love he was lame.
Happily, they decided to tie the knot,
His neglected childhood, he totally forgot.
Happy in love and enjoying his fame,
Life for him became a successful game.
Then one day his mother called,
All his happiness was suddenly stalled.
She demanded his house and his money,
She dictated ... he abandon his honey.
He fought, protested and decided to abandon her,
She said something that made his eyes blur.
"I hate your dad and your handicapped brother,
And sent you away,so I could join you later,
I made dad pay for your education and so you earn
I gave you birth....so now you have to return"
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2009
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I am the cause of status...
I am the reason for comfort...
To achieve me by hook or crook...
People make all efforts.
I provide luxury...
I make them rich...
To have me in their wallets...
Is their never ending itch...
I can buy them a bed...
I cannot buy sleep...
Call me wealth, call me money…
I’m most desired ! Honey.
Valentine gifts. I can surely buy...
Buy true love? I just can't try...
I can buy them food and drinks...
Buy them hunger? I cannot think.
Material pleasures I can suffice...
Buy emotions? I’m the wrong device...
Then why for me do they crave?
And behave like my slave?
I help them survive...but can’t buy life...
I’m still considered the goal of life?
I can’t help when they cry. Or help when they die...
I wonder. Why so important then, am I?
Copyright © Rima Anil.Naik | Year Posted 2006
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