Dr Jernail portrays the agony of the urban sensibility, in this poem, which is from his recent anthology of poems, Voices from the Void, exclusively for Different Truths.
In a house where all are hungry…
How can I have my fill?
I can fill my pockets with flowers
Not in an industry
from where the exhausts
can give me nightmares only.
I will have joy and happiness
only when it is available to others.
If there is a pool of happiness
I can drink from it.
The poor chawls in which young dreams have to live
below the poverty line
lacking amenities
and there is no joy around
and if these dark quarters are on the increase
from where shall I bring sunshine?
In these realms ruled by
contract killers and sharp shooters
where is joy
except what they grab with bar dancers?
The life that dazzles at night
has a harrowing face
look at it during the day.
How can I think of happiness
How can I inhale fresh air
If there is smoke, dirt and dust?
You can’t be an oasis of joy.
If you want happiness;
Let these multitudes have some dreams
And the wherewithal to realize them.
Or all the dainty dishes that you have put in your ‘thali’
are the stinking flesh of injustice.
I wonder if you can be happy
by eating meat from the corpses.
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Dr Jernail Singh Anand is an Honorary Member of the Association of Serbian Writers. He is also an honorary Professor Emeritus in Indian Literature with the European Institute of the Roma Studies and Research, Belgrade (Serbia). Anand has authored more than 150 poetry, fiction, non-fiction, philosophy, and spirituality books. His works have been translated into 20 languages, and his nine epics are considered world classics, including the latest Mahakaal Trilogy.
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