Gods when declared me a sick unit
I protested
I showed them the gains
But they saw these gains as losses…
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 SICK UNIT
A factory is finally considered
In terms of gain or loss
No other way to judge
It’s value to society
What was the gain to gods
When they established me
A human factory
And what are the losses accumulated?
Gods finally consider
The balance sheet
Showing losses matched with returns
Clever men try to balance the two
I produced a hundred emotions
Expressed a few, killed so many
Finally to remain
A loss making unit
Gods wanted me to deal in fragrance
Joy and peace
And spread
Happiness all around
My focus area was to bring
All joys only to me,
All love only for me
And for me, all the happiness and joy
Gods when declared me a sick unit
I protested
I showed them the gains
But they saw these gains as losses
Finally, they decided to close it down,
I was summoned back
And court-martialed.
Declared unfit for human consumption.
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PEACE
No doubt, life is movement
But we should learn
The difference
Between Peace and Forced Movement.
Nature has its own rhythm
It has placed each
At a safe distance
From the other
But we in our mean ambition,
Do not honour that distance
Nor the moderate pace
At which planets move.
We are possessed by a passion
To accomplish things in great haste
Which compromise
The rhythm of nature.
And endanger the structures
Of thought and custom
Which centuries have erected
To ensure smooth flow of life.
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Each of your poem has a ‘value’ to be imbibed into , simple and cursive, has ramification in the socio-political system an average Indian condemned to live. I know, you are a ‘Sikh’, noble as you are, tries to ‘heal the sick’ through your spiritual ink.