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Poetry: The Commonwealth of Literature

The commonwealth of literature

Is dotted with brilliant stars…

Jernail S. Anand, an eminent poet from India, shares his poetry

Jernail-Singh-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 

images (6)The Commonwealth of Literature

The space is occupied by authors

Who live only in their works

Or by scholars who know

In depth about them, their lives

And philosophies they lived by.

Real heritage of the human society,

They represented their times

Presenting a faithful picture of society

Like The Canterbury Tales.

 

To know them and their times

Should be our concern

But not our only concern.

Much water has flowed down

The Don, the Thames, and the Ganges.

They stand behind us

To provide a background

Against which we have to judge

The foreground meant for us.

 

A painter paints only the background

And avoids saying anything his own

Because he is too involved

With the past connection

In this obsession, perhaps

He forgets it is not

His interaction with the past,

But his grapple with the present

That offers ground for immortality.

 

The commonwealth of literature

Is dotted with brilliant stars,

But let us not count them out

Who are struggling

And engaging powerfully

With modern reality

The creatives of our times

Who, far more than being scholars,

Are distrusted as philosophers.

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COSMETIC SURGERY OF AN EMOTION

There are doctors and doctors

But a good doctor knows

How to conduct an operation

On a patient.  

 

He etherizes the patient

And in that state

Scissors the flesh,

And sends the menace out.

 

And then there are pain killers

Followed by relief services

By friends and loved ones

Visiting the patient with hired smiles.

 

I am now thinking of the poet

How he effects cosmetic surgery

On an emotion,

And robs it of its immediacy

 

The poet gives it some sedatives

And some injections too

Which divest it

Of its cries and sighs

 

The emotion is given

An ultimatic transformation

So that when it rises from the book

It catharizes its visitors.

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Read: The Rebellious Faith – Mystic Poetry

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