Leave some sugar in a jar,
And don’t put the cover tight
The wind will enter
And you won’t know from where
Some insects would be born.
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry
Dr. Jernail S. Anand is a Chandigarh-based socialist campaigner, an ideologue who heads the International Academy of Ethics and authored 170 books. Winner of the international award Charter of Morava, his name is inscribed on Poets’ Rock in Serbia. A rare achievement for an Indian author, who was the only one to be honored by the Serbian Writers Association after Rabindranath Tagore in 1926] Contact: anandjs55@yahoo.com
‘INSECTIVITIS: THE UPRISING’ explores a new theory of human evolution, away from the Big Bang and the Theory of Evolution propounded by Charles Darwin.
INSECTIVITIS: THE UPRISING
Leave some sugar in a jar,
And don’t put the cover tight
The wind will enter
And you won’t know from where
Some insects would be born.
It means insects were there
Either in the sugar contained in the jar,
Or in air, in which
We breathed freely,
Unaware of its potential insectivitism.
Gods might have created this earth
And placed it in a jar
[Read atmosphere] and released
Some air,
And the insectalia came into existence.
We may not realize it,
It was neither big bang
Nor Darwin’s theory of evolution,
It was simple mixing together
Of the earth and the wind, in a tight embrace.
I do not deny the presence of sunlight
But insectile growth prefers
Dark conditions,
Only the earth knows
From where they come in hundreds.
We who are in billions across the globe
May have our identity cards
As bona fide residents of
This or that municipality,
Essentially, we belong to the base gen of insects.
I have one more evidence
To prove that insects are man’s ancestors.
They have a weakness for light,
Which blinds them,
And they don’t know when they grow wings.
What can be more proofitable*
Than the passion for the flame
Which insects carry,
And get themselves burnt
In their blind passion for extinction.
[*Proofitable: relates to proof worthiness]
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‘THE JACK OF ALL TRADES’ breaks into the prevalent idiom, and imparts it a new significance. Jack becomes an object of sympathy and the poem underscores how the poor people are reduced to Jacks so that some ‘masters’ could prosper.
JACKS OF ALL TRADES
Our Jack belongs to all trades,
Because he is master of none.
But we have never thought
Why he belongs to all trades
And why he is not master of even one.
Now, forget Jack as a human being.
Just imagine a tyre being pulled up
With a Jack,
Repaired and then
The Jack is removed.
I am also reminded of the
Multiplicity of Jacks which are arranged
In a systematic manner over which
A plaster sheet is spread,
The roof of the house is ready.
The jack is removed,
Leaving behind a wonderful building.
The masters in this game
Are those who can use
Some other people as Jacks.
So, the Jack lacks the wisdom
Which makes men masters,
Because he is the raw material
Which is discarded
After it has produced master copies.
So many people
The laborers, the office workers,
The ordinary men in the street,
On whose support
Some others build fortunes
Are jacked in their lives,
And lie packed in shanties
From where they are summoned,
Whenever a new building
Is going to be made.
Some of the jacks are in the form
Or bamboo sticks,
And stay in broken homes,
They languish in hunger, while
The masters of the trade build tower.
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