Poems by Dr Jernail S. Aanand from India

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PARENTS AS TRUSTEES & THE UNIQUE BREW 

It was not possible to let anything

Bear human species.

A special brew it was, 

Put in a fragile container  

Marked:  Handle  with care.

Gods were very careful to ensure

The intensive care  

To continue for 9 months 

And then

Extensive care for ever.

Man and woman who prepared 

This celestial drink 

In the extremities of joy 

Plucked it unawares

And then, it was a long duty.

A child is as mysterious 

As a flower,

Not just an amalgam

Of flesh and blood, 

It carries dreams too by millions.

Life in human body is only

A tip of the iceberg

A child is like the body 

Of a fire cracker

A paper pack which covers sparks.

Parents  are the trustees 

To keep the fireworks intact

And then,  

Slow release them into the cosmos

Creating sparks of joy, charm and beauty.

Dr Jernail S Anand from India

I THE POET by Dr Jernail S Aanand 

I prefer to talk abstract 

If you understood what I said 

I would be trapped.

You know, 

Words are a trap.

Noose is not far away 

If what you said, you meant also.

If I have anything to say, 

Unlike the prosen pen,

I go to flowers and clouds

And try to metamorphose

Simple things into complex images

Which need high intensity

Spects to decipher.

The idea is not to be caught

On the right foot.

Do you think I have not spoken

Against the evil and evil mongers?

Only they could not understand 

The abuses I hurled at them 

In the name of Satan.

I have no socramania to drink hemlock

I make sure my words are such

Which cannot be held 

As evidence against me.

So, I prefer abstraction 

And absurdity at times 

And often camouflage as a satirist.

Two new words to ponder and accept or reject:

Socramania: love for truth 

Prosen pen: prose writing

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