Of Passion and Compassion – Mystic Poetry from India

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The worry of a man should be

Not how much wealth

But how much joy

And happiness he has left behind.

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 

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OF PASSION AND COMPASSION

We often see with our own eyes

And this vision is incomplete

Because we cannot see

Ourselves in Toto.

What we are, where we are

And how we are

Only a third eye

Can measure it up.

An eye which we lack

But if we can look at ourselves

With that objective piercing eye

Much of what is not required would go.

We are absorbed with ourselves

Like ants, busy with their food

Always carrying the burden

Of our dreams.

I see the world lost in a self-chase

Running around in circles

Never able to break out of it

And see what is amiss and where.

The highest passion a man harbors

Is his own joy, his own happiness!

And this reduces him

To the level of underdeveloped minds

Men should have a developed consciousness

A mind on fire with compassion

And possessed by a desire

Not for self, but for sublimation.

The worry of a man should be

Not how much wealth

But how much joy

And happiness he has left behind.

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THE RESPONSIBLE MEN

The best men were not those

Who were recognized by gods!

The best of this world

Were those who had!

The best mental and physical

Assets to wrest power

And then stay in it.

They knew what was to be done

And they were final arbiters too

Of the good and evil

For the world lying prostrate

At their feet

They held the levers of power

And unleashed it on the unwilling mass.

When some world leaders reached

The joint Reception of hell and heaven

Ten thousand were directed to hell

For one who was seen

Moving to heaven.

Do the people on the earth

Have no idea these is a heaven also?

This world what it was and what it is

The credit or discredit goes

To the power wielding junta

In every nation

For whom the greatest issue

Was their own survival in power!

Who lives who dies, not our business.

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