I find reduced to a child before the spectacle
That is moving in front of my eyes.
I can’t decipher why there is disparity
Why there is poverty…
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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CHILD
The things were too complex
And when the spectacle
Moved in front of my eyes
I looked at them
In utter amazement.
When I was a child
Every thing
Even simple things
Looked amazing
And I looked at them in wonder,
My eyes wide open.
I had no inclination then
To know what was what
Simple amazement
A sense of wonder
And it kept me away
From my hunger
And my need for my mother
Mind was stirred
With strange passions
And eyes, with stranger visions.
Now when I am grown up
And going down the drain,
When I have known so much
Written so much, debated so much
When people call me a pseudo philosopher
And listen to me with open mouths
And shutless winks
They know out of my wisdom
I shall tell them some secret of living.
I find reduced to a child before the spectacle
That is moving in front of my eyes.
I can’t decipher why there is disparity
Why there is poverty
Why gods do not listen
And why men stoop low
These questions have a ride
Morning and evening like
The military unit of a tyrant,
And scared, I turn a child,
Incapable of standing upto these
Strategems of evil, hunger and deception.
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