Handling Jealousy and Praise – Mystic Poetry from India

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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

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   

JealousyHANDLING 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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