Silence – Poetry from India

Silence means man’s killing the noise
And the earthquakes
Of feelings
Within.
Jernail S. Anand, an eminent poet from India, shares his poetry
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, based in Chandigarh, is an Indian poet and scholar credited with 170 plus books of English literature, philosophy and spirituality. He won great Serbian Award Charter of Morava and his name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. He was honored with Seneca Award LAUDIS CHARTA by Academy of Arts & Philosophical Sciences, Bari, Italy 2024. He is Founder President of the International Academy of Ethics and conferred Doctor of Philosophy (Honoris Causa) by University of Engineering & Management, (UEM) Jaipur. Email anandjs55@yahoo.com
Silence
Silence means man’s killing the noise
And the earthquakes
Of feelings
Within.
Meditation is nothing but forcing
Under check the feelings
Which are crying for
Release
A silent man has conquered noise
And internalized the power
Of the earthquakes
Within
Women who suffered endlessly
In the homes at the hands
Of their mothers in law
Husbands and then
Sons
The poor children who are dispossessed
Of everything who are expected to
Remain honest and not turn
Violent
Look into their eyes to see earthquakes
Trapped in their being brought
To silence by the mention of
Fate.
Who will finally do justice to this
Troubled silence of the poor
Who have lost their
Voice?
***
Language
We need words to express a feeling
Feeling is the original
And words go round and round
To assess the extent
Of joy or pain.
In the hands of masters
The language and the feeling
Coalesce
But with lesser men
It remains either over or understated.
There is always the danger
Of your words being waylaid
By clever rhetoricians
And forced to feel as they
Think it best
We can fix words in a text
But cannot trap
Their fragrance too
Which flows up the boundary wall
To land in the lap of the idling squad.
***
Writing a Poem
We know how we will conclude a story, an article or even a novel.
A poem does not give this power to the poet.
You can start writing a poem, but soon, you will find it has started dictating.
We are in its spell.
When the talisman breaks, then you see
What you have written.
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Silence 


