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The Anti-Fanaticism Sonnet

Acceptance begets harmony,
Reason begets solution.
Solidarity conquers agony,
Character conquers differentiation.
Humility brings sanity,
Forgiveness brings serenity.
Patience breeds tenacity,
Conscience breeds sanctity.
Observation causes insight,
Questions cause evolution.
Self-correction facilitates might,
Self-reliance facilitates ascension.
So wake up and trample all fanaticism,
Only then we'll be free from sectarianism.
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Published on October 17, 2020 15:29 Tags: acceptance, character, conscience, fanaticism, poetry, prejudice, racism, sectarianism, social-justice, sonnet

End of Fear (Sonnet 1172) | Visvavictor

Where the end of fear ends all barrier,
Where biases no longer run amok,
Where end of assumption sets forth ascension,
Where heritage no more wreaks havoc,

Where the head is without bent,
and the heart is never skint,
Where the spine is without dent,
and the eyes are without squint,

Where Christian, Muslim, Sikh ‘n Jew,
sit and share a cup of stew,
Where Buddhist, Atheist, Jain, Hindu,
live and laugh as one life crew,

There beyond, where sentience lets no storm to brew,
Out of the fossil, into the fervor, I shall meet you.
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Buluşalım (Şiir) / Shall Meet You There (Sonnet 1319) | Abhijit Naskar

“Shall Meet You There (Sonnet 1319)

Beyond tongue and tradition,
Beyond king and nation,
Beyond ignorance and intolerance,
Beyond cowardice and castration,
Beyond fear and fanaticism,
Beyond rigidity and recklessness,
Beyond the desert of dead habit,
Beyond the logical heartlessness,
Beyond the guise of practicality,
Beyond the price of convenience,
Beyond the lies of selfish order,
Beyond the highs of whims and wishes,
There’s a valley of love and laughter.
Come someday, I shall meet you there.”

“Buluşalım (Şiir)

Dilin ve dinin ötesinde bir yer var,
orada buluşacağım seninle.
Vatanın ve varoluşun ötesinde gel,
buluşalım, artık bekleme.
Korkunun ve köktenciliğin ötesinde,
Hoşgörüsüzlüğün ve haksızlığın ötesinde,
Acımasızlığın ve amaçsızlığın ötesinde,
İlgisizliğin ve umutsuzluğun ötesinde,
bir yer var, orada buluşacağım seninle.
Zekânın ve cehaletin ötesinde,
Bir gün gel, artık bekletme.”
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Dharmageddon (Untouchable Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Azad Earth Army: When The World Cries Blood


Bunch of dried up prunes bathing in sewage water
to gain instant holiness are no good to me.
I want the brave and vigorous of heart and brain,
those teeming with life, I want the uncowardly.

I want the uncompromising, I want the unbending,
I want the pure, who’ve conquered their prejudice.
Only the undoctrinated can carry the godly thunder,
only the living can bear remedy to customs of malice.

If you’re failure as a christian according to the
church, you’re likely a true christian like Christ.
I work the world flooded with living Christs and
Buddhas, not dummkopfs obeying the dead and blind.

Enough with brainless bowing to holy heap of compost,
partake no more of the flea-ridden potion of fanaticism.
Abolish all relation with dogma and ritual superstition,
sterilized in the pyre of prejudice, Arise Dharmageddon!
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30 Days of Ramadan (Sufi Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


On the 1st day of Ramadan I say to thee,
celebration of Ramadan is celebration of rahmat.
On the 2nd day of Ramadan I say to thee,
the greatest iftar is to lift up another.

On the 3rd day of Ramadan I say to thee,
kindness makes moments holy, not date and time.
On the 4th day I say to thee, till we renounce
apathy, refusing 'interest' counts for nothing.

On the 5th day of Ramadan I say to thee,
helping a human is worth a hundred Hajj.
On the 6th day of Ramadan I say to thee,
service to humanity is service to Allah/God.

On 7th I say, true mercy waits for no month.
On 8th I say, mercy exclusive to month is fake mercy.
9. There is nothing uglier than happiness hoarded.
10. Light shared, is amplified, when hoarded, it's lost.
11. Breaking fast while the world starves, is no holy.

12. Dua without deeds is dua (prayer) of the dead.
13. Only kafir is the one who lacks kindness.
14. Real divinity knows no distinction of faith.
15. The opposite of sacredness is prejudice.

16. Heart is the first and final mosque.
17. Heart set on prejudice tantamount to Quran set on fire.
18. Abandon fundamentalism, and adopt tolerance.
19. What's fanatic is dead, what's tolerant is alive.
20. Tolerance is the awakening of divine desire.

21. Condemn none, convert none, for all are equal.
22. All streams spring from the human heart.
23. Reflections though vary, the sun is the same.
24. Tolerate no more bigotry to poison the world.

25. Surpass all fear, and share a date.
26. Date shared is bloodshed spared.
27. Dogma deserted is harmony harvested.
28. Ramadan is the end of fear and hatred.

On the eve of Eid, I bear reminder - for one
who lives with kindness, everyday is Ramadan.
On Eid al-Fitr, I stand as a promise -
in celebrating each other we rise human.
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Rx for Fascism (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Neurosonnets


Gaza is not for sale,
Greenland is not for sale,
Ukraine is not for sale,
Canada is not for sale.

Planet Earth is not real estate,
to pander to your predatory psychopathy.
If you are so hard up for cash, we can all
chip in to buy you some good ol shock therapy.

When someone plays fast and loose with rights
and freedom, their place is either in the jungle
or in a mental institution, not in office.
Fascism, fundamentalism and nationalism,
these are the ultimate mental illness.
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The Tolerance Hymn (Iftar-e Insaniyat) – Abhijit Naskar

No borrowed make-believe,
no quicksand of cowardice –
superstition fading from bones,
as we rise above the prejudice.

No faith is faith supreme,
feeding on tears of persecution –
no culture wears the high crown,
each corazon chariots illumination.

Every faith, culture and tradition, has
created minds of most exalted character –
no geography holds exclusive franchise
over greatness, to be infallibly superior.

Belong to the moment, belong to each other,
past the lingering lure of a toxic heaven.
Wake up to Iftar-e Insaniyat – the First Supper,
love be our cosmic chord, tolerance, our hymn.
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Neighbor Before Nation (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper (First Sonnet Drop)

Death of soldiers is PR goldmine for
nationalist nutters, no matter the side,
because it gives them the appetizing
ammunition to sell some more fear,

some more prejudice,
some more fanatic tribalism,
neighbor fighting neighbor,
all wrapped in cute pills of patriotism –

which ultimately manufactures
some more orphans, some more widows,
some more elderly who lose their hope.

Trenches don’t have a right side and wrong side,
they only have one side, the side of dogma and lies.
Asses to asses, cheek to cheek, apes laud the apes,
declaring true apehood through their half-open flies.
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Ecosystem of Love (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets

urning the other cheek only empowers persecution,
giving the impression that prejudice is the truth –
Jesus didn’t mansplain Mary to turn the
other cheek, he revolted at her persecutors,
like any decent human being should –

that’s what being christian is about,
that’s what being muslim is about,
that’s what being holy is about,
that’s what being humanist is about –

the label is irrelevant,
how you live, that’s what counts –
the belief is irrelevant,
how you behave, that’s what counts.

Protesters of persecution are never
a favorable bunch, no matter the era –
yet we must persevere,
against odds, against sneer,
and establish the ecosystem of love.
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Democracy on Drugs, Sonnet (Operation Opium) – Abhijit Naskar, The First Supper


Revolution a day keeps corruption away,
freethinking days prevent genocidal nights.
Citizens without brain leads to democracy on drugs,
paranoia is lifeblood for power-hungry parasites.

Parasites thrive on gaslighting neighbors,
peaceful coexistence is a threat to political power.
Politicians remain safe through war and drought,
it’s the people who pay with blood, money and tears.

Parasites don’t have nationality,
parasites don’t have religion,
parasites only have a bottomless hunger
to keep the throne by calculated cleansing.

Nationalism has nothing to do with culture,
fundamentalism has nothing to do with religion.
Win a war, lose a war, politicians lose nothing,
living off domesticated sheep comatosed by opium.
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