OF SCHISMS AND ISMS
BY DR JERNAIL SINGH ANAND
Far below under my feet is earth,
And far above my head,
A single undivided sky.
Only over this earth I stand
Divided in schisms and isms.
This is the Punya bhoomi,
The sacred land
On which I have to perform.
With a mind corroded with
A hundred jealousies,
Philosophies which breathe hard on others.
My eyes are blocked with a visionless spectacle
And ears listen only the maddening noise
There was a time when people,
The simple folks, had oracles
We, the learned, disown prophets.
Our prophets are businessmen,
And crude politicians.
The poets unified this land,
And saints undid the foul passions
Of aggressing armies.
Let us disown every voice
That violates the unity of creation.
Those who talk of races, colors,
And religious identities
Corrupt our senses and the cosmic ethos.
Globalised world is an illusion.
We are a shattered dream.
We who listen not to the earth or the sky.
Some smart people have perfected the art
How a whole people can be driven
To divide and then attack themselves.