I belonged to a lower race
And they had classified me
Among the slaves
Then I felt death offered
No deliverance.
Death was only a myth.
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his 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
DEATH IS ONLY A MYTH
When they were alive
Some mad heads of the world
They created havoc on earth
The skies too have not forgotten
The rent of the planes,
And the thunder of bombs.
The roar of tanks
And the cries of children
Who sank into silence
In concentration camps.
Post-death when they lowered me
Into the vaults of the earth,
I found the earth of God
Was no divided entity
Like water underside, or air above
It was a single entity
And sometimes I saw
The ants, and other insects
Shouting war cries.
It did not take me long to realize
Hitlers rule the underground as well
The ants who had eaten on them
Were now running a dark empire
Down under too.
They came to ask me
If I believed that the Aryans
Were the best race and if I was a Jew.
I shook my head in yes and then no
And they left satisfied.
Soon a team of doctors arrived
They took a sample to test my DNA
Next day, I came to know
They had declared me a pariah
For them,
I belonged to a lower race
And they had classified me
Among the slaves
Then I felt death offered
No deliverance.
Death was only a myth.
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