Cleopatra’s Cousins – Mystic Poetry from India

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Meeting of Antony and Cleopatra

Hunger and lust are Cleopatra’s cousins

The more you get,

The greater is your desire.

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   

Five-VicesCLEOPATRA’S COUSINS

Hunger and lust are Cleopatra’s cousins

The more you get,

The greater is your desire.

First cousins of fire.

Which burns without a flame

And dies only when it drags us to the pier

 

Mind carries the kerosene oil

Keeps sprinkling

On the body

Till the whole city is engulfed

And reduced to ashes

Fire dies only when there is nothing left to burn.

 

What we eat with our mouths

Or enjoy with our bodies,

Is pretty little

But mind is an amplifier

Which multiplies desire

And sets mankind on fire.

 

Soul is also a distant cousin of this fire

Driven by passion

Which knows not to expire

Hunger and lust turn body

Just an apparel of desire.

All suffer the pangs, son to son, sire to sire.

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2020-10-20_15.07.11LOGS OF FLESH

The wooden logs even if they are wooden

Carry some good

At least they give away heat

When set on fire

And cook many a dish

Or help in disposing away

Men turned bodies

 

But when men lose sympathy

And live on everything

And only for themselves 

They turn flesh logs,

No more good than wooden

But far less in natural properties

Of sympathetic assimilation.

 

Objects of nature when break

Piece by piece they return

To the earth

We the high fi call them

Biodegradable

But man, does he go down easily?

His flesh turned plastic, mind inelastic?

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