The Gender Imbalance
If you go to
anywhere,
You find men and
men
And few women
Are they really
small in number?
No, they are
forced within
The four walls
Now
'thankfully',
Homes have lost
two walls
And roof too is cracked
And we can see
the eternal prisoners
Enjoying sunbath
and fresh air
On the outskirts
of the darker times
Men supply the
shortages
Of female
colleagues
With a powerful
dose
Of imagination.
Which mind is
free
From feminine
fantasies?
If both the
sexes had got
Equal
opportunities,
Civilization
would have
Fared
(faired)better,
Than limping on
one leg
The other tied
with apron-strings.
They are neither
weaker
Nor dependent on
men,
Having endured
untold suffering
They have proved
their steadfastness
It is time to
decide new mores
So that the
balance is restored
Forget it only
at your peril
For every boy, a
girl is born
Somewhere in the
world
No human crook
can belie
Gods' sense of
balance
Which we men
both deny and defy.
Life Impulse
The most
important body part
Of a new born
Which is checked
first
Is its genital
organs
Men (women too)
feel
Incomplete and
distraught
If reproductive
organs
Are missing or misplaced.
Every being,
human
Or sub-human,
Or even if it
happens
To be a part of
vegetation
Is charged with
the life impulse
And those who
Cannot
reproduce,
Find themselves
unwelcome.
This impulse of
creative joy
Is central to
creation
And enjoyed
By the world,
animal, aviary or vegetational.
As it gives joy
too,
It keeps the
participants
In a state of
natural ecstasy
Absolute
normalcy.
Alas! the human
world
Could realise
Rationing of
this impulse
Has turned us
into wolves.
Where is our
joy?
The ecstasies
have gone,
Yielding place
to orgies
Worked with
drugs and intoxicants.
Is this what
knowledge has done to us?
Departing from
the kindly race
Of living
beings,
Are we any the
happier? Or better?
We have messed
up with
Gender
disparities
Our nights are
assaulted
With drunken
delight.
What is this
wisdom
Whose centre is
void of sense?
Do we want kids
Who don't carry
the life impulse?
A New Epoch: The New Coming
Are we heading
for a new Epoch?
Is the Kalyuga
over?
Or in its dying
state?
The way morals
(internal strength) of the Society have given way.
We see it
crumble layer by layer.
Can a new birth
arrive
Unless the old
goes off?
These are the
last flashes of a dying civilization.
Let us become
active agents of the new robust civilization.
If we think a
Satyuga will come,
There is no
clinical division between the two
Things start
changing.
Minds change
their thinking
People realise
the dead systems
And feel tired
of their deadness
And start
thinking of renewing themselves.
When weather
changes,
Only leaves are
affected,
The tree is not
uprooted or replanted.
The tree of life
will bear new leaves.
How can the
transformation take place?
Just think of
ethics. Return to morals.
Stop polluting
the thought systems
Of our world.
Let us reunite
with the cosmic impulse.
Identify the
processes which kill us
And stop in our
shoes.
JERNAIL SINGH ANAND
Dr. JERNAIL SINGH ANAND is Founder Chairperson of the Ethical Universe: International Academy of Ethics which is a forerunner of the upcoming Univ. of Ethics. He is an Honorary Member of the Association of Serbian Writers and Prof Emeritus in Indian Literature at The European Institute of the Roma Studies and Research Belgrade. Dr Anand has authored more than 150 books in English poetry, fiction, non-fiction, spirituality and philosophy. He is credited with the theory of Biotext in critical theory. His work has been translated into more than twenty world languages. Author of 9 epics which are regarded as modern classics, Anand has organized 4 International Literary Conferences, latest of them, in Chandigarh. He was conferred Franz Kafka Laureateship 2022 and International Aco Karamanov Poetry Award 2022 (Mecedonia).
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