How painful it is!

You decorate yourself for somebody

And he has no time for you.

Jernail S. Anand, an eminent poet from India, shares his 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,

Flowers bloomed forth in great joy

Wishing to be admired

But no,

Men were moving in a trance,

Unaware of the beautiful faces around

Which lined their path and waved to them

From a dignified distance.

How painful it is!

You decorate yourself for somebody

And he has no time for you.

Are men do self-centered?

The flowers carry this pain

In their hearts

Of being ignored by us human beings

I went to a thorn who however,

Appeared to be in eternal joy

Whether it pierces any flesh

Or just stays to the winds of waste

I saw a glimmer of lighted joy

It was a sentinel perhaps

To guard some nature’s treasure

This pain of non-recognition is writ large

On embalmed cheeks and

Embroidered epithets in

Bouquets of words

Layered with pain giving hardly any joy

To the recipient though

This show of extravagant joy

Leaves behind a trail of pain.

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The Poet

(Seeking fraternal forgiveness)

Men who keep on talking

Who love their own voice and think

If not the undeclared legislators

They are the Oracles

Who speak the truth

And nothing but the truth

When they see

People absorbed in mortalities

They want the entire world

Should listen only to them

As they consider themselves apart

And blessed to know what is what.

They organize Word Movements

Marches of Poems

And come together to honor

Voices which are Louder

As the world at large

Has no taste for their produce.

For, they only criticize the ranks

And prescribe potions

Not available in the market.

So they organize special camps

To sanitize men against

Corruption and foul thought.

At one of the Medical Camps

They were telling

How truth, good sense

And wisdom can treat Madness

They also had a Chemist Shop

Adjoining the Camp

If you are a votary of Truth,

Good Sense, and Philosophy

Purchase Socrates, Gandhi

Or Aristotle

Let your madness be treated By the best Doctors of philosophy.