Fingers Crossed 

I am thankful to the people

Who are committing evil

And getting disgraced 

I also have a storehouse of Evil

Thank God there are some 

Lighthouses of Evil

Whose presence obscures mine

Which I carry in little doses

While the world  believes

In spectacle 

And lionises only those whose 

Evil becomes public.

I am a petty inn keeper

Evil thoughts saunter in 

To spend a night 

And move off in the morning.

I wear great smiles 

Which ward off examination 

And help me pass for a gentleman.

Powers know I am useless 

So, they go for corporates of evil.

Who shine from afar and direct ml

Many a sailing bark of waters 

Where they are darker, denser 

And where chances of boot

Stand out as nearly certain.

Had they not been there

My evil would have come into notice 

Bringing disgrace to me

But see, 

I find evil centralised

In outstanding spaces

Which helps keep 

The general run of humanity 

Comparatively free 

From a sense of guilt.

Whenever a finger is raised,

I point my finger at the Lighthouse 

Making critics keep their fingers crossed.

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, with an opus of 190 plus books, is Laureate of the Seneca, Charter of Morava, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky awards.  His name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. Anand’s work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision. He is President of the International Academy of Ethics.