It is the Punya Bhumi,
The sacred earth on which
A sacred thing like life is born
And lived till its end.
If there is any sin
It is to destroy this earth,
Defile its winds, its waters
And to disregard its tiny stakeholders.
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry
Dr. 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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PUNYA BHUMI – THE SACRED LAND
There is no meditation like loving
The creation of God
And no sin
Like destroying their habitat.
Civilization installs inhuman structures
Displacing men,
Is accused of destroying
Life on a large scale.
Birds find no place to perch
No tree to build nests
And no place
To hatch their young ones.
The eyes which looked
In an even direction
And even below,
Are now turned a gaze fixed at stars.
Science has directed its operations
To space in quest of godly powers.
Has done so only after
Admitting defeat in regard to men.
Man has mystified our scholars
Zamato and Amazon can supply
Anything on earth
But cannot offer a child on order.
Computer can tell anything
But not the nature of the man
Exactly when
He will be born, and how he will die.
It is the fight between the snake
And the man goose
Both are dangerous
Yet the fight remains inconclusive
It is the Punya Bhumi,
The sacred earth on which
A sacred thing like life is born
And lived till its end.
It belongs to you,
To me, and to everyone
These birds, these small insects,
Who have inherited this land!
If there is any sin
It is to destroy this earth,
Defile its winds, its waters
And to disregard its tiny stakeholders.
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THE WORRIED AND BUSY GOD
I saw a beautiful woman,
My heart started melting
And flowing,
My mouth gave it words
And a poem came out running.
I saw a place from where
I could draw some money
My legs started moving
My feet didn’t stop,
Stumbling over the blocks on the way.
An action needed to be performed
Some bricks or mortar
To be moved
From one place to the other
Some words, some messages,
And I saw this body
Swinging into action
And doing the errands
Of the mind,
They were in the service of my Being.
I was commanding this body
And I felt thankful
To my eyes, my ears,
My mouth, and my kidneys
Everything that helped me stay in Life.
And I saw the commands
Came from above
As I was thankful to my body
I saw my God pleased and happy
I was doing his bidding.
I realized He smiles when I acted
On his bidding
And he was sad and dismayed
When I did not listen to His wishes
And acted on my own.
My free will He did not resent
But He feared I might hurt myself
And it made Him stay
In the alert mode,
And kept Him worried and busy.
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