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Anees Rahman Poem
Loud shall the darkest days speak, tired and fed!
That there isn’t a truth in the word love,
For they had shed the tears in colour red,
Like blood from the heart of a dying dove.
Long had the cowards played games with you,
they knew your heart was innocent in soul,
that your heart shall make no complaint or sue,
The devils, in the love-mask, those played foul.
not a sight of true love yet touched your heart,
as it shall not come in the devils mask,
and never can it tear your heart apart,
as it sounds no easy for them, a task.
Wait for the true love that shall take your hands,
With true spirits that you never have seen,
in this world or heaven and fairy-lands,
taking you to the depths you never been.
So, let your wings row high upon the sky,
For you will find your new love from its height,
That fills your heart, full, with roses of shy,
while worlds spin envied taking off their sight.
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From fabrics torn, in ruin, she hail,
Above the deck, beneath the sail,
Above silent meadow, the sea,
Her frosty breath, in doom, she see.
Her fondness torn, her kids apart,
Though love follows her broken heart,
Her sorrow tears on rusted chains,
For holding children once again.
The howling steam erased skies,
And fright gallops the silent cries,
As faces pale in feeble grip,
And sea moaning the crowded ship.
The days are past, remedies none,
The burned down farms from firing sun,
They bent on knees for kids to feed,
Beneath the feet for coin, indeed.
Her husband dead from bones to sweat,
Hard labor earning, closing, debt,
She buried body, beneath the farm,
And begs for mercy, waiting harm.
The beats in rage far fierce than flame,
The bells were rung, with chains they came,
Her toes were trembling, wrath unfolds,
They tortured, beat and tied her, cold.
While taken heart and soul from kids,
The slave in chain with tearful lids,
They dragged and stripped in crowded street,
And brought with slaves to ship, the fleet.
Through cries unheard and night she sails,
With slaves in ship with fuming trails,
To hungers deep in scalding cold,
And chapped lip-lines numb, breaking hold.
Her skin was pale, the hunger tale,
As blue veins rose beneath her nails,
To fading night, her dim eyes sleep,
Her moon-light fades and die asleep.
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So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.
Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.
To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.
Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.
The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.
But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
©Anees Rahman
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The dilemma of life,
This dazzling snowfall,
The heavenly Humanity,
Reunites with the naked truth,
A bestowed brutal disaster,
Its newest dimension.
While the tortured and emaciated…
Gaze into the decayed,
the deaf human society,
Packs for a never-ending vacation,
And enjoys their full stomach.
And the Spirituality, remains mute.
An incurable disease, hidden beneath!
While the earth is scattered with dead souls…
And sacred red blood, falling as mothers tears,
The illegally ethical politicians,
Claims legitimacy in their acts.
And the true affected maternity, weeps.
Redemption, unknown.
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Blind-
Help me son, help me daughter, help this old beggar,
Give a coin, give some water, help this blind creature.
Help this aged, come to aid, help this downcast blind,
Draw your hands, off you pockets, mix your hands, combined.
Lacking sleep, bloody hunger! I'm pale and dying,
Ten rupees! quite some offer, at least start trying.
Lovely girls, my harmless kids, can't you see their plights,
They dream about shining prince, don't they have their rights.
Start giving at least something, shall we have some trust,
A coin, two or ten like him, something kind and just.
Cripple-
Hear me all, hear this cripple, hear this handicap,
Please be kind and please do mind, ah! coin on his lap.
I'm poor and deep in trouble, help this old cripple,
My legs were great, not again, I'm week and brittle.
Holding stick, without pleasure, I don't have a home,
Finding space, seeking treasure, kids are left to roam.
Share a coin or one or two, quench my thirsty lips,
Old ladies, beautiful girls, let me have some chips,
So let me beg, earn my right, give me something great,
Ten or more or what you have, something for my gait.
Blind-
Who is there, is he begging, Is he robbing me?
Go and beg anywhere out, you can't beg near me.
Can't you see that I cant see, don't you be absurd,
I came first, so he should leave, he should speak no word.
Cripple-
This is train, so I can beg, I shall take what's mine,
You can't brawl and make me stop, now you stop your whine.
They are souls, some nice people, they won't make me leave,
You should stop, zip your lips or they will make you leave.
Passengers-
Blind and cripple, are they ill, what more should we see.
You are right they ain't so good, let them stop and flee.
Look, its great, to see them fight, beggars fighting each.
Hey! stop, what are you doing? don't you bark and preach,
You are ill and more than them, you should be more kind,
What they do, shall not matter, you should sit behind.
©Anees Rahman
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Forgive me, for I have sinned, forgotten my debt,
For I betrayed you, closest friend, and your sweet longing trust,
Your curse befell my painful soul , and thunder strike my lust,
For they may kill and seek revenge, but not with hate, not yet.
Shall my deeds, and my crimes, see your vengeance black,
While craving to go back in time,
To wipe my wretched track,
I beg you, hear me and say , 'forgiven my friend,'
And rest your hands on shoulders weak, and follow me abroad,
More lies I spoke to fake the truth, more foolish acts of fraud,
A cold and deadly stabbing foe, no friend forgets nor mend,
But my friend, please forgive, call me friend, again,
For heart had gone astray and mad,
To leave you, friend, in pain.
And gone far, the talks and dreams, resenting the fact,
Your friendship worthy more than gold, in hours, in fearful night,
From you I seek the friendship lost, unfold its grace and light,
from you I wait the welcome sign, for eager heart to act,
And my friend, my long friend, from the mate, I seek
Again a trust to walk beside,
To trust my soul, all week.
©Anees Rahman
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PART I
The Joy of a birth, his own shine penetrating his eyes,
The new out born fruit of a long spend love,
Her hands rubbing against her red shiny chin,
Her legs crossed, the beauty that sings till the last breath.
Her thumb in her mouth, blowing, saliva flowing all over,
Her tiny grassy hairs and a sensational smile!
His mind throbbing with a pleasant paternal pain,
Oh, the enduring love!
He curls her onto his lips, the roses of affection,
Fell on her bright cheeks and a spurt of emotions,
Through his blood, that glowed the heavens between
And his two round globes filled by a sea of passion.
“Come to me, my baby, my love, my little daughter….
My sweet little doll,
I will love you till my death…
And I will carve a heavenly doll,
For you to sleep with….My angel…”
The man thus became a father and a true paternal love
Flew through his heart, into the unknown worlds.
PART II
The enthusiasm of the youth, and desire for the taste of love,
Her tiny grassy hairs grown long,
The soft fabulous filaments of keratin hanging by her curves,
The dream of a girl, for a handsome prince haunting her nights,
And eventually flourishing into a full blossom shiny daffodil,
Her lips wet, her legs crossed, her red cheeks burning
And the sweats flowing through the blankets.
Oh, the youthful pleasure!
The ghostly love takes her into the world of souls
From there the memories of her father,
Pulling her back, into the past world.
The affection fought heavily with the gods, but, only in vain.
And the gods decided to keep in their beds, the beauty of hers.
Unknown of these realities, he opens the door
And finds his love fallen prey to the love of an unknown.
All his dreams to carve her a heavenly doll to sleep,
Perished only in the mightiest darks of the underworlds.
The life in his soul had gone and the bird shall sing no more…
“Not yet, my love, not yet ….
I haven’t died …my love ….I haven’t”
He fells on his knees and takes her into his arms,
Her head hanging down by his flexed elbow,
Her breast pressing hardly into his heart,
His face bends, lips on her forehead,
And his teethes hurting her pale feathery skin,
Tears of unfinished love dribbling from his spheres, her face wet,
He cries loud with no breath in-between.
THE END©Anees Rahman
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From doctor-trade he takes a leave,
From tiresome work and sleepless nights,
For faking life, the mighty heave,
By wearing cap and creepy tights.
He boards the train in second class,
And stands beside the open door,
But pushed along with flowing mass,
By fighting people on the floor.
The mighty winds through window space,
With fearsome smoke from searing train,
Sprays dust upon his weary face,
And burned his brain, and cloth, sweat-stain.
The boy in arms of sleeping mom,
Then touched his shirt while clapping hands,
But in disgust he place his palm,
Upon his head in unknown lands.
The man with smile, he asked to sit,
And offered drinks to get his trust.
He stood because he thought unfit,
Afraid of men, the gay and lust.
Not knowing truth and world around,
In stop ahead he thought to end,
The long and weary tour he found,
While failing thoughtful task to blend.
He leaned on him to see outside,
Rushing towards the crowded door,
By holding strength with fright inside,
The old man wakes and starts to roar,
"Hey you ugly little creep,
Move away from me, afar,
Are you thinking, I am week,
Then throw away your thoughts, creep.
Faces ugly, little hair,
All you people are alike,
I have a son of your age,
How you push and how you dare?
Do you know he works and earn,
More than you can earn in life,
And he lives a life, far good,
When you see him, you will learn.
That old lady is to blame,
He being now more like her,
That old ugly wife of mine,
And he is now all the same.
She won't cook nor share the work,
All my life I gave them food,
Paying bills while taking blame,
Though I was only a clerk.
And along with her, he lives,
Far away from me, my son,
You all people are alike ,
You all should be killed with knives."
The doctor, saying sorry, goes,
From faking life, the scary train,
The old-man shouting, scaring, goes,
From weird to mad to rabid brain.
©Anees Rahman
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Dried sand eclipsed over the Season’s fall,
sullen rhyme sings singer-birds over scale,
the storm-dance sprays dust against broken wall,
To the hat-worn folks, sorrowed, narrates tale;
Done seasonal harvest with plaint-dried tears,
With diseased cattle shrunken skin to ribs,
With cracked ground, hungry sad visage of fears,
With wasted limbs and pot-bellied in cribs.
keenly begs graceful charity for age,
Promising bags, from next seasons harvest,
To plough the ground below the lowered wage,
And to lock starving kids to empty breast.
Thus rewording he sows the seeds and play,
Hoping golden grain’s harvest from his clay.
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All these days, I wait the day,
Now that day has come,
Pour delicious healthy words,
Till I say, 'had some,'
Bride she is and bride she was,
And her heart was mine,
The girl I loved, still I love,
Hurt me more than fine,
still I love and still I love,
All her thoughts were mine,
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.
Hands on him and eyes on me,
All her hearts were mine,
Call me not and shake me not,
Till she show some sign,
Walking splendor, words tender
men will hail you high,
Silent thoughts of days that passed,
Now my heart will cry,
Fill with words and wipe my tear,
Pour me some more wine,
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.
Friends and kins, gone far away,
call them all to me,
comfort me, give me a hug
raise me up, off knee
guard my shoulders, please elders
let me cry out loud
blistering cold, climb my veins
walk me off this crowd,
O my girl in wedding gown,
ain't she just too fine
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.
Give a rope, tied with a knot,
I will hang my self,
mad enough, imagining,
I will kill my self,
beautiful bride, darling bride,
she was all I had,
smile to me, lie by my side,
begging you my love,
quit marrying, please resign,
come with me, my shine
Music plays the singers sing,
filling evils dine.
All these days I wait the day,
Now this day has come,
Pour delicious healthy words,
Till I say, 'had some'.
©Anees Rahman
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