Men are by nature
Corruptible, temptible,
And prone to slip
Wherever they find a flip.
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic 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
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AMISS
When someone is too good
Or too bad,
In both cases,
My sixth sense draws me back.
Men, in their blood, carry
A little bad stuff,
If one does not falter, but is going strong,
I smell there is something is wrong.
When an evil man listens to his
Conscience and acts trim,
It sets me thinking
What has gone wrong with him?
Men are by nature
Corruptible, temptible,
And prone to slip
Wherever they find a flip.
When men defy expectations
And act contrary to custom
It raises my eyebrows
There is something, it shows.
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UNDER THE CARPET
Under my feet is not benign earth,
I am actually treading
On heads
Buried deep for centuries
And now turned fossils
Earth is kind
For it does not mind
Who and how many
Are tumbled into it
And then it covers all
Nothing is more innocent than grass
Which unmindful of its bed
Raises its head
For, they now possess
No identity card, who are lying dead.
It is not impossible one fine day
I might stumble on my own head
Buried in previous times
Again and again
Clay to clay.
Still flowers dawn
And birds chirp and men dream
Of the impossible
Getting over their losses
Sweeping everything under the carpet.
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