The brain is being shifted

To machines

We are left off with buttons only.

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).     

FROM BRAIN TO BUTTONS

A human being is a pack of infirmities

He is full of sickness, fear,

And lives on hope

What he has

He is not happy with the tip

But runs after the invisible iceberg

This questing spirit has brought the world

Far away from the mediaeval blind faith

And fear of Gods

And made him understand

And even tinker with the phenomenon

And he is a great success

Knowledge is power, we often say

These inspiring and perspiring words

But when we look at man’s history

This statement seems misplaced

Because, knowledge

Has turned to be man’s Achilles’ Heel also.

It is his greatest weakness

To know more than one should.

As it is if you do not know things

To a certain level

We should not forget why Devil

Wanted Eve to taste the fruit of knowledge.

Knowledge makes man great,

But small too at the same time

Knowledge has grown like a Colossus

And man has turned a pigmy

The brain is being shifted

To machines

We are left off with buttons only.

Men if they acquire knowledge

Can tread the path of Wisdom

And beyond that

Lies the Realm of Light.

But, we are competing with machines

In the domain of knowledge only,

Can we expect Wisdom from machines?

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THE UNWILLING WORKERS

Can you ask a person

To dance against his will?

And can a person

Who has no taste for singing

Like your poet, forced to sing?

The songs, the dancers, and the artists

Make events immortal

Only when their body, their heart,

Their entire being is enjoying

The thrill of their actions. 

A person like me

Who writes poetry at the slightest

Provocation,

If made to sing, or dance

Or even paint, is it possible

Without putting the harmonium at risk.

If the life is common place

And people, jacks of all trades

If masters are missing

The joy of creation too is

Missing from this world

I do not want to work

When it is 5 pm

But the boss makes me sit

On Sunday, the principal holds

The teachers to satisfy her power hunger

Millionaire doing chores against their will.

Are all those who get jobs happy?

Those who are underpaid

How much interest

They can take in their work?

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GOD’S PLENTY

I look back and in the mist of centuries

I find a few translucent figures

To whom I belong

Whose DNA rests in my blood

My veins, my thoughts

And my very being.

Most prominent of all is Walt Whitman,

Prof. Puran Singh

And great Shiv Batalvi, who is more

A brother, than a father figure

You will find Shakespeare

Wordsworth, Shelley, and Eliot

And more prominently

Victor Hugo, Gorky and Tolstoy

When I get into a rage,

Over things which violate my ethos,

I find my blood surge with

An impulse from the Guru, 

And a passion for a just world

Which comes from Bhagat Singh, Tagore

And Neta Ji Subhash Chander Bose

If you ask me what I love most,

As an Indian, I love Tiranga

And the song

Sare Jahan Se Achha

And the tune Jana Gan Man

These are my Indian loves.

But I am much more than an Indian

I am a cosmologist

I love this Kaya, this body,

And this Kayanaat (the universe)

The winds, the waters, the mountains

The birds, animals, and squirrels,

And lesser beings

All are objects of my love.

I am in the midst of God’s plenty

Finally, my true ancestor

Is God Himself

He has created this Universe

Only to support my life

And I am here to support Him

In his Eternal Design of Creation

And Never to Let Him Down.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"