Now mirrors reflect only our face
Not our mind
Nor our soul, nor our dreams,
Didn’t you hear its screams?
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
MIRROR
Mirrors are considered greatest friends
Of mankind which tell
Of our out-firmities
And we can settle our twisted looks.
You cannot see your face
Except in a mirror
But mirrors have their own infirmities,
You can’t see your soul
One such mirror was once discovered
By some eager fans
And hung
On the cross roads of life
Whosoever happened to come close to it
Saw his dreams and his passions
Instead of his figure
In the mirror.
Men who went close to the mirror
Soon started bringing garlands
For every man saw
A woman reflected back.
But this proved too much
For women folk
When some of them went before it
And the truth it spoke
Finding the men they loved
That too in public view
Was too much and anon
The mirror was reduced to rubble.
Now mirrors reflect only our face
Not our mind
Nor our soul, nor our dreams,
Didn’t you hear its screams?
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