Poems by Dr Jernail Singh Anand from India

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Jernail Singh Anand, the author of 150 plus books, is the receipent of the  Charter of Morava, the highest  Serbian International Award in Creativity, at the 60th Belgrade International Writers Meeting . His name was engraved in the Poets’ Rock in Serbia, a rare honour for an Indian author. He already holds The Franz Kafka Literature Prize,  Maxim Gorky International Literary Award, Cross of Peace, and Cross of Literature (Italy) awards.

Dr Anand is Founder Chairperson of the International Academy of Ethics, and an Honorary  Member of the Association of Serbian Writers, Belgrade. He is Prof Emeritus in Indian Literature at The European Institute of the Roma Studies and Research Belgrade. Dr Anand is credited with the theory of Bio-text (critical theory). His work has been translated into more than twenty world languages. Author of 9 epics which are regarded as modern classics, Anand has organized 4 International Literary Conferences, latest of them, in Chandigarh.

Jernail S Aanand

Every story, every drama, every film
Ended with a great message.
Evil hath a fall.
How true is this message?

Where is the world in which the evil
Meets nemesis
And truth is established as
The final state of being?

I have yet to see the milieu
Which believed
In the power of good
And the fall of evil.

If you get a few men,
A few poets,
Or a few idlers talk about values
Morality and Goodness, then what!

The river of Life flows
Polluted from neck to neck
Truth has no face, it is a facade
Nurtured in beauty saloons

Biggest lies are lying
Buried in libraries
Bound in books,
Lined in words

Who opens these books?
Who reads them?
And who acts upon them?
The beehives of falsehoods off yesteryears.

Lear has no value beyond
A certain number of marks.
‘Ripeness is all’ means no more
Than a question in a literature paper?

Hamlet has gone into oblivion
Leaving behind a grave stone
On which is written
To be or not be ..that is the question

Where are answers?
Go to courts, colleges, schools,
Malls and corporate offices
See if anyone remembers Lear or Hamet?

O Poet, charm thy lies
All thy lofties  history belies
Here is the bitter fact that history supplies.
Evil prospers, and truth dies.

Lofties: lofty talk