Anees Rahman

Anees Rahman Poems

Now I see you full, my love
As the moon, the Blue moon,
I thought, I did see you;
It was the moon, the Gibbous moon.
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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.
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Father, hear, this is truth, I tried doing best,
Although it was like mountain-climb, with no ropes to rest,
By having started longing course, and then killed with hate,
The people whom I gave my sweat, had burned my dreams, my fate.
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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.
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Aged twelve…. in eighth class,
Fingers spread to some words.
Tried to rhyme with honey,
And piled them one by one.
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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.
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Fireworks and celebrations, are aloft …
little Umaid stands shaken and frozen,
But a boy there lived, an innocent boy,
Not by the name of the frozen Umaid.
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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.
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Where, therein your heart shall not ever repent,
For by then, I will be gone without a sign
And our love with its flowers shall far be sent,
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Born in night to Dhore and Ghore,
Lots of roar he was to make,
Taught with those the best they had
Fought and won the best of bad,
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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,
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Shall the truth sprout from my tongue!
That had lied too many,
But I ain't lying to you, my love
For your death, my tears, will compete with the rains,
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Don’t know love, as they told it.
Romeo and Juliet sounded so great.
Am I a Paranoid to speak this loud?
My corpse lay afloat, the day she left
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I turn towards my lady, seeking
Like a baby eager for lunch, seeing
Off to a whisper that burst out loud
Begging Forgiveness in the name, desire
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Far beyond the reach, I sailed
Upon my broken raft, I sailed
Destinations beyond imaginations, I sailed.
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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,
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Happiness is a cry of sorrow,
Pleasure is a pain in joy,
Affection is a pleasure in happiness
And love is the father of all.
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18.

Like the loved await their love,
She watches all evening the seas and abroad,
Hoping a ship that brings him back alive,
The least she expect from a war,
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O, you heartless stranger, leave not this heart in strange,
Over the roads of SM Street your eyes sees me discrete,
Mind not me but me in stare that you don’t give a care
And you don’t but still I stare heavily before you bare.
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It was a great family. They were bestowed with the rarest
of knowledge of both spiritual and the living material world
from their ancestors. The head of the family Sheik Habeeb
had their laws and customs followed according with their
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The Best Poem Of Anees Rahman

Now I See You, As The Blue Moon

Now I see you full, my love
As the moon, the Blue moon,
I thought, I did see you;
It was the moon, the Gibbous moon.
You smiled, for me, when you were
The moon, the Crescent moon,
With your pain, on your dark.
You laughed, for me, when you were
The moon, the Half moon,
But now I know, that I saw,
Only the moon, the dark moon,
And thought it, to be,
The moon, the full moon.
©Anees Rahman

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Kyarunai Mansiko 18 November 2013

I like this poem :) To me it signifies that things aren't always what they seem, such as love. At your first glance you think it is the moon, beautiful and full, but once you look (or maybe marry or something like that) you realize that your love is really a dark moon. It is not at all beautiful. It is not love at all, perhaps.

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