Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "diversity-poem"
Mental Piece (The Sonnet) | Handbook of Hatebusting
"Inert objects look good on the mantelpiece. That’s about all. They have no other role under the sun. Don’t be a showpiece on the mantelpiece my friend – be a mental piece, and blow your top every time you witness an injustice taking place, and do whatever is necessary to restrain the wrong."
“Mental Piece (The Sonnet)
In the west you call me humanitarian scientist,
Somewhere in the middle you call me pragmatist.
In the middle-east you call me sufi or dervish,
In the east you call me advaitin or nondualist.
No matter how you see me, you all are my own,
Each of you is family, each of you is my home.
Then there are those who ardently call me fraud,
Which also is a sign of love, but yet unknown.
I am not a person, prison or path, for I am vicdan,
I’m saadet, my friend, I am the spirit of unification.
Call the sun as you like, it still brightens the world,
In the domain of realization, to label is desecration.
All labels are equally right yet equally incomplete.
In a world full of showpiece I am but a mental piece.”
“Mental Piece (The Sonnet)
In the west you call me humanitarian scientist,
Somewhere in the middle you call me pragmatist.
In the middle-east you call me sufi or dervish,
In the east you call me advaitin or nondualist.
No matter how you see me, you all are my own,
Each of you is family, each of you is my home.
Then there are those who ardently call me fraud,
Which also is a sign of love, but yet unknown.
I am not a person, prison or path, for I am vicdan,
I’m saadet, my friend, I am the spirit of unification.
Call the sun as you like, it still brightens the world,
In the domain of realization, to label is desecration.
All labels are equally right yet equally incomplete.
In a world full of showpiece I am but a mental piece.”
Outside The Museum (The Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble
Enough with, patria o muerte*!
Enough with, god save the queen!
Enough with, heil hitler!
Enough with, o say can you see!
Bronze age beings yell about national glory,
Stone age beings yell about religious glory.
Electric beings got no time for such make-believe,
On their shoulders walks the present of humanity.
There is no earth till all roots combine,
Till we crave for each other all roots are chains.
Museums add perspective on the direction of life,
But to spend a life in museum is life lost in vain.
Enough with vande mataram**,
it’s time for vasudhaiva kutumbakam***.
To hell with nation, culture and tradition,
civilization awaits outside the museum.
(*homeland or death, *hail the motherland, ***world is family)
Enough with, god save the queen!
Enough with, heil hitler!
Enough with, o say can you see!
Bronze age beings yell about national glory,
Stone age beings yell about religious glory.
Electric beings got no time for such make-believe,
On their shoulders walks the present of humanity.
There is no earth till all roots combine,
Till we crave for each other all roots are chains.
Museums add perspective on the direction of life,
But to spend a life in museum is life lost in vain.
Enough with vande mataram**,
it’s time for vasudhaiva kutumbakam***.
To hell with nation, culture and tradition,
civilization awaits outside the museum.
(*homeland or death, *hail the motherland, ***world is family)
Poet of A Planet (The Sonnet) | Ingan Impossible
“I am no insect of the gutter that can be identified by the puny two directions, east and west – I am time – I am space – I am the very dimension of life, love and unity.”
“Poet of A Planet (The Sonnet)
I am not the poet of a nation,
I am the poet of a planet.
I don’t do just one culture,
Assimilation is the prime tenet.
Hence my work repels nationalists,
Like the sun repels the nightcrawlers,
While it attracts expanding beings,
Like the amazon attracts explorers.
If you wanna hear how great your culture is,
Go read some fundamentalist fiction.
I don’t write for prehistoric barbarians,
To put it bluntly, I write for modern humans.
I repeat, I’m not the poet of a single nation.
I am but the living proof of amalgamation.”
“Poet of A Planet (The Sonnet)
I am not the poet of a nation,
I am the poet of a planet.
I don’t do just one culture,
Assimilation is the prime tenet.
Hence my work repels nationalists,
Like the sun repels the nightcrawlers,
While it attracts expanding beings,
Like the amazon attracts explorers.
If you wanna hear how great your culture is,
Go read some fundamentalist fiction.
I don’t write for prehistoric barbarians,
To put it bluntly, I write for modern humans.
I repeat, I’m not the poet of a single nation.
I am but the living proof of amalgamation.”
