LIC 

(LUSTUS INSURANCE CORPORATION) 

 

Jernail S Aanand 

 

So atlast it happened.

This was the age of AI

Mind it

Advanced Intelligence.

 

In the list of insurable items 

LIC (Lustus Insurance Company) 

Has  included marriage 

And marriage partners.

 

A marriage which endures 

For sixty years

LIC offers great Incentives

Twenty laks lump sum at maturity 

 

The impact of this policy 

Was startling 

Couples going to separate 

Suddenly withdrew divorce papers 

 

Better to live together 

And keep fighting 

Than to assert freedom

And lose twenty lakh bucks.

 

An LIC agent was heard 

Explaining how it would help 

The administration

Which wanted topsy turvy marriages.

 

Coming to details he said 

If the husband or wife  plays infidel 

The other partner gets insurance 

Upto five lakhs.

 

if a woman looks amorously 

At a man, 

His wife can make a claim  

From the LIC for loss of favours 

 

A man can claim insurance 

If his wife is touched 

With a bad intention

By a third party. 

 

LiC sleuths have hard time determining 

Whether the claims of Molestation 

And amorous  excesses are 

Genuine or fabricated .

 

 

 

 

 

2.

 

WHERE BIRDS ARE DEAD

ONLY WINGS FLAP 

 

Jernail S Aanand 

 

Times were never good 

We always wanted change

And we have been changing 

For better or worse 

Who knows.

 

The best people are pushed

Into the lap of invisible gods 

Where they are made 

To pray 

For better times

 

While the worst specimens 

Of humanity 

Would hold the court 

In utter disregard of 

The commandments 

 

I look around and find 

A thousand things 

Which are amiss

Yet can I choose that

And abandon this?

 

Mind and muscles come 

Together to form 

An iron trap 

Birds are dead 

Only wings flap.

 

 

 

 

THE MARCH OF THE CLAY

 

The humanistic narratives often pitch science and technology against nature

And we try to prove

The naivete of nature

And the superiority of man’s intelligence

 

Often it was said:

God made the country

And man made the town.

Obviously implying that 

Man was a player with equal powers.

 

When we think of industries,

Mega systems, wealth creation, 

And rich corporates

We wonder how men 

Transcend themselves and turn demigods.

 

Industry means hard work, 

And the science that drives it

Is man’s hand maiden,

Technology, 

Which has made men reach stars.

 

I believe it is not man, 

But Gods who are the real magnates

Who were the true masters

Of the forces of Science

And Technology.

 

Just look at a tree.

It makes its food by itself.

Sunlight is enough to set it at work.

During the day, it gives oxygen

And during the night, carbondioxide.

 

Has man made any such thing

Which could be so self-driven,

So self-respecting

That it needs nothing to survive

Except gods’ sunlight?

 

Then, look at men,

And the dictum, use and throw

Is it the latest fad? No. 

It was prevalent among men.

If things went wrong, people had to go.

 

If we have made robots

It is a very poor creation when

Compared with men,

Whom Gods created, and 

They are the masters of the universe.

 

Man is a Marlovian over-reacher.

Gods hold no ill will against him.

Except feeling pleased 

To see the prankster at his play,

Hastening the march of the clay.

Bio

Seneca Award laureate Dr Jernail Singh Anand is a towering literary figure whose work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision. Credited with an opus of 180  books, Anand won The Charter of Morava (Serbia), Franz Kafka(Germany, Ukraine, Chek Rep.) and Maxim Gorky (Russia) Awards. His name adorns the Poets' Rock in Serbia. Founder President of the International Academy of Ethics, Dr Anand was  conferred Doctor of Philosophy (Honoris Causa) by Univ of Engg & Mgt, (UEM), Jaipur.  His most phenomenal books are Lustus:The Prince of Darkness (an epic),  Philosophia de Anand, a work of philosophy comprising ten of his books under one roof, '. He is now coming up with his 12 epic poems in two volumes Epicasia Vol 1 & Vol 2. 

He’s not just an Indian author but a global voice, challenging readers to confront the complexities of existence while offering hope through art and ethics. His legacy seems poised to endure as a beacon of conscience in a turbulent world.  If Tagore is the serene sage of a colonial past, Anand is the fiery prophet of a chaotic present. Anand’s genius lies in his relentless ambition and ethical depth. Anand may well be considered as the conscience of the 21st century, carving a unique niche among Indian English writers with a voice that resonates globally while remaining fiercely Indian..