History! Mark those who play foul
With human emotions
And write them down as villains, not heroes
Even if they are the arbiters of our times.
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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AN APPEAL TO HISTORY
I support all those
Who have to take to arms
To defend themselves
And to save their honour.
I denounce all those
Who in the name of valour
And national honour
Aggressed unprovoked territories.
Napoleon, Hitler, Mussolini
And even Alexander
Before calling them heroes
Should be arraigned for human slaughter.
The pages of history which deal
With exploits of invaders
Who show no respect for life
Should be revisited and removed.
Aggressors have left horses
And elephants
Now they ride bulls and bears
And hunt unsuspecting stocksters.
History! Mark those who play foul
With human emotions
And write them down as villains, not heroes
Even if they are the arbiters of our times.
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THE ETERNAL BUSINESSMAN
Life is a strange business
We found ourselves in
And going on,
Losses or gains notwithstanding.
Our shrewd business sense
Often tells us
When things fall in decline
And we start incurring losses
For some time we carry on trying
To negotiate the losses
Waiting for some miracle
To catapult things for the better
The loss of moments is ceaseless
But one day we find
Even capital investment
Eroding fast, turning us insolvent
Ir was a gainless investment
So much running around
And at the end
You are losing the ground
We develop attachment for things
Which cling to us like fate
And we decide to shut the shop
Only when it is too late.
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