As the year sinks into oblivion – Mystic Poetry from India

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Thy poet was singing

Of the music of the stars

Carrying heavy loads of words

Writing epics and odes… 

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry

Jernail Singh Anand- Sindh CourierDr. 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 

Biblio-link: https://sites.google.com/view/bibliography-dr-jernal-singh/home   

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AS THE YEAR SINKS INTO OBLIVION

Before the year turns tale,

And adds a whole saga

Of good and bad memories

To our being

 

Before we find ourselves too poor

Having been left with

Too little time to do any good

To it or to ourselves

 

Thy poet was singing

Of the music of the stars

Carrying heavy loads of words

Writing epics and odes.

 

Did he say anything

Or just shot these bullets into the air

To create the illusion

Of a great eventful affair?

 

He was carrying huge bundles

Of choicest words and similes

Said what never was said

In words alien to loyalty in bed.

 

Money never blurts out its ancestry

Nor will the harlot, her affair

Words are never known for loyalty

Or the art of being fair.

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images (4)RESERVE

I was not allowed to play

On the pitch

Some luckier fellows

Got the chance

To win or lose

And thus gain the confidence

 

If you stay in reserve only

And do not play

For successive years

Can you be called

An experienced player

With combat experience?

 

I have an overpowering feeling

Of being a reject

As I am not allowed

To play in the first line

Now, I have developed liking

For letting others fight and go down

 

Some wag told me

The match was fixed

And those who play in front

Or stay behind in reserve

Are all sold out

No one can win this lottery.

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Read: Truth – Mystic Poem from India

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