I find reduced to a child before the spectacle

That is moving in front of my eyes.

I can’t decipher why there is disparity

Why there is poverty…

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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CHILD

The things were too complex

And when the spectacle

Moved in front of my eyes

I looked at them

In utter amazement.

When I was a child

Every thing

Even simple things

Looked amazing

And I looked at them in wonder,

My eyes wide open.

I had no inclination then

To know what was what

Simple amazement

A sense of wonder

And it kept me away

From my hunger

And my need for my mother

Mind was stirred

With strange passions

And eyes, with stranger visions.

Now when I am grown up

And going down the drain,

When I have known so much

Written so much, debated so much

When people call me a pseudo philosopher

And listen to me with open mouths

And shutless winks

They know out of my wisdom

I shall tell them some secret of living.

I find reduced to a child before the spectacle

That is moving in front of my eyes.

I can’t decipher why there is disparity

Why there is poverty

Why gods do not listen

And why men stoop low

These questions have a ride

Morning and evening like

The military unit of a tyrant, 

And scared, I turn a child,

Incapable of standing upto these

Strategems of evil, hunger and deception.