Of Kings and God – Mystic Poetry from India

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If God was not like a king

He too would be standing

On the roadside

Declaring his intentions

Or explaining why he did what he did.

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic 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   

my-kingdom-is-not-of-this-world-tdlcwjip-99acabf3c4e9ecea2e2a2d24a320aea5OF KINGS AND GOD

It is better to keep shut

And listen to what others have to say

Than to keep muttering

Something or the other

All the time.

 

It is the people

Who are discussing things

In open spaces

Kings do not bother

Nor speak more than a few words

 

They just give order

That too in a fixed voice

A king need not to explain

He can just say a line

Let journalists interpret His gestures

 

If God was not like a king

He too would be standing

On the roadside

Declaring his intentions

Or explaining why he did what he did.  

 

With God it is his kingly silence

Which scares mankind,

Not his words.

Which no one has ever

Heard him speak.

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THE OBJECT OBSCURE

If you follow this route

It can take you where it leads to.

The way is only one

But you end up where you want

 

At a time, we are moving

In one direction only

There can be two destinations

But direction, only one.

 

Two feet, or four,

Or just two wings,

Our movement follows the crow

However curvaceous the go

 

It is not the roads, 

Rather the men lead to

Where their minds plan

Roads and feet are not to blame.

 

Walking for all the life

And making all the furor

We go back as we had come,

An object obscure.

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