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The Secret of Eternal Fragrance – Philosophical Poetry from India

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The Secret of Eternal Fragrance – Philosophical Poetry from India

Let in thy eyes vest skies

Here the secret of eternal fragrance lies.

In these philosophical poems, Dr. Jernail Singh Anand takes a dig on man who is stinking because he is full of himself. The second poem ‘Furniture’, he focuses on the pleasure notes of birds, simply because they know they have to go tomorrow. What makes man unhappy is his longer stay.

Jernail SinghDr. Jernail Singh Anand is President of the International Academy of Ethics. He is author of 160 plus books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, philosophy and spirituality. The Academy of Arts and Philosophical Sciences, Bari (Italy) honored him with the prestigious position of Honorable Academic. He was awarded Charter of Morava, the great International Award in Creativity by Serbian Writers Association, Belgrade at the60th Belgrade International Writers Meeting (Oct 2023), and his name was engraved on the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. Recently, he was awarded Doctor of Philosophy [Honoris Causa] by the University of Engineering and Management, Jaipur. His most phenomenal book is Lustus: The Prince of Darkness [first epic of the Mahkaal Trilogy]. [Email: anandjs55@yahoo.com

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images (2)THE SECRET OF ETERNAL FRAGRANCE

I saw people, even my very own

Were tuning their nose away from me

 

You are too full of yourself

That you stink

Then I realized

How uneven I was

 

Don’t cut everything to your size

It is folly, said the wise 

Turn yourself shapeless like winds

And bountiful like water

 

Let in thy eyes vest skies

Here the secret of eternal fragrance lies.

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images (3)FURNITURE

Birds are always found singing.

Because they know

Tomorrow they will go.

 

We are always crying

Because we know

We have a day after tomorrow.

 

Going is such a pleasure

And Aah! A longer stay

A curse in its own way

 

Birds don’t mind anything

But gods, be reminded

We men don’t let anything unminded.

 

We don’t let go of playing

With past and future

While birds have only the present as their furniture.

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Read: Poetry is not a Romantic Luxury – Dr. Jernail Singh Anand

 

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