We know how we handle hatred
Set the house of the adversary on fire
We send viruses to settle scores…
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
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HANDLING JEALOUSY AND PRAISE
Generally people know
How to handle
Jealousy and hatred
We see sagas of blood
In the streets of history and myth
Where people could not
Stand simple jokes
Which finally led to
Great wars
And also the creation of
Great scriptures like the Gita.
Have I any right to think
That the world desperately needed
The Message of Gita
And such a message could not be delivered
To a layman or even a poet like me?
Though Lord was kind enough
To say that it concerned all
Not alone to powerful archers like Arjuna
Who was poised to perform
The last rites (Vadh) of
War masters like Karna and Bhishma.
It was handling hatred and dislike
Which, according to the Lord
Was an act of Dharna.(Divine Obligation)
The hatred you and me harbour
Holds no lofty context
Like the characters of Mahabharata.
We are puny mortals
Who are unable to make out
That there was no anger
The Lord brought the Kaurvas down
For his love for Justice and Fairplay.
Don’t you know how grateful
Ravana was when he lay dying
And he was blessed by Lord Rama?
And how grateful Bhishma was
When he received thankfully
The volley of arrows from Arjuna
Which broke the back of
His boon for ‘Ichha Mrityu’
(Death by Will)!
These were Dharmarrows
Shot from the chariot
Driven by the Lord himself.
We know how we handle hatred
Set the house of the adversary on fire
We send viruses to settle scores
But this makes us highly human
We have no stuff like the Pandvas
Who could understand
It was their ‘dharma’ to kill.
Not only hatred, even praise
Causes tremors in ordinary minds
Who cannot handle praise
Which rises to our head
And we forget we are not only puny
But mortal as well.
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