Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
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
