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Sonnet of Unity

I am vicdan,
I am saadet.
My life isn't mine,
It's your emanet.
Soy sanity,
Soy humanidad.
Life lies in service,
Selfishness kills vitalidad.
Ich bin inclusion,
Ich bin indivisible.
Mein kampf is unity,
Human and hate are incompatible.
Life divided brings degradation.
Growth comes through expansion.


(vicdan=conscience, saadet=joy, emanet=keepsake, soy=I am, humanidad=humanity, vitalidad=vitality, Ich bin=I am, mein kampf=my struggle)
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Published on February 03, 2021 11:59 Tags: cultural-diversity, diversity, humanism, inclusion, indivisible, joy, poem, service-of-humanity, sonnet, unity

Home Country (The Sonnet)

If immigrants ain't real Americans,
Neither is our revered Lady Liberty.
She too came from a distant land,
Yet today she is the American epitome.
If even this doesn't broaden your heart,
What about the founders of our history!
All of them were textbook immigrants,
What white supremacists cuss as refugee.
Any land that holds potential for ascension,
Draws the repressed souls of humanity.
Though I belong to the whole wide world,
Land of Lady Liberty is my home country.
A nation's character isn't defined by rigidity,
It is defined by a hearty unity in diversity.”
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Your Culture is My Culture (The Sonnet)

With infinite love brimming in my heart,
I have arrived at your doorstep.
Please, I beg you, do not turn me back,
Let me in, so I may be one with your footstep.
It's not my fault, I wasn't born in your culture,
Yet I've assimilated your culture as my own.
Please do not throw me out my dear friend,
Standing together our powers will be honed.
I may not speak your native tongue,
I may not be familiar with your way of life.
But do you not smile like me when in joy,
Like me do you not shed tears when in strife!
Here I stand at your door with my arms stretched.
Hold it with affection or chop it off if you so elect.
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Giants in Jeans Sonnet 76

In the old days tribal chiefs used to fool people,
With talks of tribal honor and heritage.
Today's chiefs in suits manipulate modern tribals,
With talks of national security and lineage.
When our ancestors behaved as tribals,
It is acceptable for they didn't know better.
But when we identify as civilized yet act tribal,
It is but a degrading stain upon our honor.
Though all politicians are not savages,
Paradigm of modern politics thrives on division.
So make not the dreadful mistake to think,
That politicians are gonna bring peace and elevation.
It is a world of citizens, citizens are its lifeblood.
You and I are its caretakers, not some elected vanguard.
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Undestination (The Sonnet) | Şehit Sevda Society

I gave up my country in your love,
I gave up my home for your sweetness.
I stand at your door without identity,
Will you take me in and fill my emptiness!
I've sailed my ship towards undestination,
Let the waves take me where they may.
Embracing the unknown I became a pal of all.
Come out my friend from your cage of dismay.
Come with me, and we'll explore all impossibility.
If we must be awful let's be awful together.
Let us lose all maps and walk around as vagrants.
Why worry, when we have each other!
To hell with destination, let us savor the journey!
Before success and achievement, let us first have unity.
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The Being is The Bridge (The Sonnet) | Mücadele Muhabbet

I came to life at Dakshineswar,
At Kapadokya I got my sight.
I found my might at Shaolin,
At Liberty Island I came to light.
In Pernik I bathed in love,
By the Volga I tasted sapience.
Lika taught me the role of innovation,
Sudbury gave me the sail of science.
Streets of Calcutta showed me suffering,
Streets of Chicago reminded, I'm the answer.
It's not the place but people who hold magic,
Revolution rose when all of them came together.
You won't know me as the father of a nation.
You'll know me as the maker of amalgamation.
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If I Must Die (The Sonnet) | Dervish Advaitam

I have no desire to die as just,
Another writer like that bard fella.
If I must die as a writer, I will die as,
The first multi-cultural writer en historia.
I have no desire to die as just,
Another founder of a sect or nation.
If I must die as something, I'll die as,
One of the founders of human unification.
I have no desire to die as just another,
Coldhearted scientist or pompous philosopher.
If I must die as a scientist and philosopher,
I'll die as the one who made love truth's driver.
But above all that, I have no desire to die, period.
Cowards die, whereas I, am already martyred.
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Milkyway Messiah (The Sonnet) | Dervish Advaitam

Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata,
Cada vez que los oprimidos claman esperanza,
Siyasi hayvanlar ne zaman gelip nefret satarsa,
Whenever morons 'n their yes men ruin armonia,
Jab jab some jhandus rashtrabadka jhanda lehraye,
När kärleken till lyx väger tyngre än socialt ansvar,
Immer wenn das herz von gier überwältigt wird,
When humility is trampled by megalomaniacal desire,
Sempre que a bondade é dominada pelo intelecto,
Quando la compassione è sopraffatta dall'indifferenza,
Kapag tinanggap ang pagiging makasarili bilang batas,
Whenever accountability is deemed as misdemeanor,
Embracing affliction, from the dust 'n dirt of soil 'n street,
You the Milkyway Messiah is to rise as the sentient shield.
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On Language, Culture and Oneness | The Gentalist & The Sufi Sermon

I wiped out my cultural identity, I wiped out my religious identity, I wiped out my national identity as well as my gender identity. In short, I wiped myself out from my psyche, only then I found a place in each and every heart of this world, only then I became the voice of each and every person on earth.

Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.

There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.

In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.

In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
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Sonnet of Fundamentals | Gente Mente Adelante

Equality, harmony, diversity,
These are not something you believe.
Just like water, air and food,
These are not something you believe.
Fundamentals of human life,
Are beyond all pettiness of opinion.
Argumentation may have its place,
But we must distinguish facts from fiction.
Plenty are the minds so are the beliefs,
But beliefs mustn’t undermine humanity.
All of us are dumb, some less some more,
So we must place people before rigidity.
No belief is ultimate, no opinion olympian.
Putting aside truth, let us first be human.
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