JERNAIL SINGH ANAND

 

 

Buddha

 

Buddha at last got over every agitation

And balanced his own mind

In order to attain

Nirvana.

 

The world is not good to the good

Don't correct it

It can correct (read corrupt)

You.

 

Better make your self ductile

Whether there is a valley

Or a mountain,

Ignore.

 

The evil cannot destroy

What good has created

Look back and feel

Secure.

 

Ram killed Ravana, and Krishna,

Kamsa and Duryodhana

They could not kill their

DNA.

 

Good and Evil stay and die

In instalments

Get over the assaults

History

 

Lesser men think they can win

They don't know

Who they are fighting for

Pandvas or Kaurvas?

 

I have come a long way

I look back and see

The evil operating in

Maat Lok.

 

Girls being killed in the womb

The righteous christed

Truth socrated in my

World.

 

They disturbed me

When I was the King,

Now I am Buddha

The Victorius.

 

Point Of Decline

 

When age is advancing

Living organisms cannot claim

Ceaseless growth

Rather they touch the point of decline.

 

No tree can go up and up

Nor roots down and down

Men too stop at a certain length

And all things divine

 

There is a limit to the bounties

Of the earth

And a line beyond which

Even criminals cannot fall.

 

Upon reaching the point of decline

Things appear to stay

In full glory

The fall testifies the decline theory.

 

At the point of decline

Faces need cosmetic showers.

Sinking hearts need hope

To supplement declining powers.

 

JERNAIL SINGH ANAND

 

Dr. JERNAIL SINGH ANAND, [the Seneca, Charter of Morava, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky awards Laureate, with an opus of 180 books, whose name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia]] is a towering literary figure whose work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision. He’s not just an Indian author but a global voice, challenging readers to confront the complexities of existence while offering hope through art and ethics. His legacy seems poised to endure as a beacon of conscience in a turbulent world.  If Tagore is the serene sage of a colonial past, Anand is the fiery prophet of a chaotic present. Anand’s genius lies in his relentless ambition and ethical depth. Anand may well be considered as the conscience of the 21st century, carving a unique niche among Indian English writers with a voice that resonates globally while remaining fiercely Indian.]