Whenever I met gods,
I always prayed for wings.
At last, they granted me wings.
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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THE ETERNITY TEST
(With apologies to Icarus)
Whenever I met gods,
I always prayed for wings.
At last, they granted me wings.
I got them checked from an advanced lab
They were not waxen
I subjected myself too to an eternity test
Which told me I was not Icarus
Nor even remotely connected to him.
So I had wings, and they weren’t waxen
If I flew very high,
There was no fear of their melting,
Yet, I took all precautions
I went to a desert to make sure
Even if the wings decide to melt
I do not fall into the sea
And get lost for this earth.
I loved this earth, its plots,
Its buildings,
Gods often called me a realtor
After all I loved the mansions
Made by them
I wanted to plant buildings
Everywhere
So I went on convincing vegetation
It was no use being there without any work.
Some dogs listened to my dialogue
With trees,
I was telling them
Shed everything that is of no use
The trees had started shedding their leaves
Dogs had given away their long ears and protruding tails
Ants just expressed a death wish
Squirrels came running and looked aghast
Gods found me engrossed in useless activity
They asked me one day,
We had given you wings.
Where are they?
Then I came to know
Even I had wings which were of no use
And decided to shed them there and then
Leaving the gods shocked and repentant.
You wasted our powers,
They accused me
And took the wings away.
They also took away my eyes
You don’t use them Mr. Wise.
They took away my body
Why why why I cried
What you didn’t use, will now be fried.
Fried? In Hell? And once again I fell.
This time, from Grace, gods tell.
They hung me upside down
Asked with an unbearable frown
Why I had not used my assets
For the earth’s downtown?
Thereafter I lost my sense
And, then, my existence to a dark expanse.
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BAZAAR
BAZAAR I was in clash with time
It took my flesh away at places
Saints told me
To restrain from injuring time
Winds were angry at my speed
I saw them offended
And having a lewd debate
With my wings
Wishes like young girls
Would come out at dark
And visit the busy bazaars
Of joy and pain.
Will you marry me,
A joy came close to a wish
Which closed its eyes
And just sent a flying kiss.
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