Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "maga"

Humanovator (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Chatgpt pampers plagiarism,
Facebook pampers conspiracy.
More and more innovations are
becoming catalyst of catastrophe.

Note, I didn’t mention the birdie,
Very mindful, very demure.
Facebook can still be repaired,
but once a MAGA, always a sewer.

Innovation that outlives its usefulness,
is no longer innovation but carnivoration.
Innovators not in touch with soil-n-roots,
are predators of the concrete jungle.

The golden age of startups is behind us,
today it’s mostly filth, fraud and smut.
Amidst the crowd of trust fund termites,
be the humanovator to humanize the world.
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Height of Human (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Humanitarian Dictator

Enter a hall with high
ceiling, and you feel small,
in a room with low ceiling
you feel like a giant.

The height of human
doesn’t depend on numbers,
we judge our height
relative to the world around.

Bigots hate an inclusive world
not because it is unorthodox,
but because it reminds them,
how puny they are – how small.

Hence they lash out at an island
of people, as an island of garbage.
Only garbage are those calling others
as such – time ’tis to hand them sentence.
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The Great Beyond (Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie

Beyond fright there is flight,
Beyond blight there is light.
Beyond hate there is height,
Beyond MAGAts there is mind.

Beyond rigidity there is growth,
Beyond bigotry there is illumination.
Beyond stereotypes there is society,
Beyond segregation there is civilization.

Beyond fundamentalism there is faith,
Beyond division there is divinity.
Beyond prejudice there is piety,
Beyond scripture there is sanctity.

Beyond the church there is Christ,
Beyond koran there is kainat (cosmos).
Beyond tradition there is transcendence,
Beyond conditioning there is concord.
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Hope Gone Sour (American Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Azad Earth Army

America is not a country,
America is an abomination.
America is a scourge on
the fabric of time, the
ideal tale of precaution.

America is a living record
of humans regressing to animal.
America is a perfect specimen
of democracy cleverly dismantled.

America is a nation built by
terrorists for the terrorists.
America holds world record for
humanity’s worst of atrocities.

America is a promise of hope gone sour.
America is plague amongst fellowship of powers.
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“Mass deportation is human trafficking.” – Abhijit Naskar, Neurosonnets


Mass deportation is human trafficking, but you’d have to have a human heart, unchained by patriotic allegiances, to fathom this. Every genocidal maniac is a patriot, and it’s the golden age of crime, when the biggest cartel of a nation is its own government.
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Human kneels to no ICE or SS (Sonnet 2200) – Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets


Human bows to no flag or crown,
human claims no jeweled throne –
rejoicing in ruin of reputation,
human stands unbent and alone.

Bound to no creed or clan,
human kneels before no stone –
every place where hate looms,
human sings in flesh and bone.

Human kneels to no ICE or SS,
human fears no dictatorial decree –
where chains are sold as holy relic,
human comes alive, roaring to be free.

Human walks not in luxury suits,
but in dusty rags of the street –
human feasts with homeless folks,
and dies happy at their feet.
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Time to Cancel 4th of July (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The First Supper


If it takes just one election to reverse
hundreds of years of social progress, then
that society never progressed in the first place.
There’s no point in celebrating 4th of July,
when we’re ever regressing to persecution days.

On the outside we’ve made tremendous strides,
we have been to the moon and back,
yet the glossiest of land reeks of lunacy,
when we nationalize prejudice as gallant.

America is abomination of everything free and brave,
where persecution is law, intolerance is religion.
To overcome hate some day, we gotta stand human today;
Dream of the King is the Dream of Civilization.

We have no cause for celebration, if anything,
we gotta re-examine the legitimacy of 4th of July.
When boneheaded egomaniacs make a joke of liberty,
revolution is our first amendment, mutiny our right.
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The Uncultured Linguist (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper


The way apes understand what’s cultured,
I’m not that sort of cultured –
I’m humanly cultured – which means,
I live as cure for tribalism, not coddle;

I abolish chains, not worship them,
I do not entertain stereotypes –
I question and denounce prejudice,
both external and internal.

MAGA, Zionism, Hindutva, Prima gli Italiani,
Khalistan, Islamism, Türkiye Yüzyılı,
these are proof, we come from the monkeys;
while humans take a snooze, monkeys roam free.

Dogma is barrier to understanding,
blind faith is obstacle to holiness.
Assumption is obstacle to communication,
stereotypes are obstacle to awareness.
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The Drunken Polyglot (Sonnet 2300) – Abhijit Naskar, Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper


I never hankered for booze or drugs,
you know why – because I’m already drunk,
with the most hard-hitting, brain-altering
contraband in history – I’m ever consumed
with languages and cultures.

Latin Passion, Turkish Woundlight,
Nordic Thunder, Celtic Wonder, Afro Grit,
American Ambition, Arabian Adamance,
Chinese Ingenuity, Indian Nonduality –

like rivers running eager to meet in sea,
cultures converged to bring me to life.
I am vast beyond the spell of tribe,
I am the ruin of all resurging reich.

Call it Reich, Empire or Uncle Sam –
Zionist State or Hindu Rashtra –
Animal Kingdoms are found everywhere, still,
reason is to reichs what phenyl is to floor.
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Dictionary of American English (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, When Calls The Kainat


World calls them Terrorists,
we call them Forefathers.
World calls them Wanted,
we call them Billionaires.

World calls them Patients,
we call them Police.
World calls them Traffickers,
we call them ICE.

World calls them High Schools,
we call them Shooting Range.
World calls them Inmates,
we call them President.
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