Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "martyrdom"

Bid me goodbye o mother,
Be right back once I plant unity.
If I do not return from my journey,
Soothe yourself knowing I've died happily.
These rusted shackles hurt too much,
It's time o mother to abolish them forever.
Shoulder to shoulder your children will walk,
At the sight of our conviction bigots will quiver.
The sacred river of life has long gone dry,
I'll resuscitate it with my blood and integrity.
Your children are my family o mother,
With my last breath I will fortify their destiny.
Bless me o mother of all for my mission awaits.
I'll return victorious or die a martyr's death.

We don't want your celebration,
We don't want you to honor us.
All we want is for you to grow up,
And end all tribalism that kills us.
A thousand holidays can't bring us back,
Nor can they wipe the tears of our spouses.
How will you console our children,
How will you comfort our broken parents!
Enough with your flowers and rituals,
Enough with your crocodile care!
If you have an iota of humanity,
Step up and make all divides disappear.
Yet if you still want to live life as tribal,
Rest assured we'll give ours with a smile.

This is my decree to my soldiers of the future,
Refrain from raising my giant lifeless structures!
Use the funds to build schools and hospitals instead,
Providing free/affordable education and healthcare.

Keep me alive in your heart, not in dead statues,
each one taller and more extravagant than the other,
Just so self-absorbed snobs could take the perfect selfie,
to declare an empty alliance with humanitarian behavior.

If you must have symbollic momentos of me around,
Keep them personal, humble and utterly non-extravagant.
Always remember, I am honored with your acts of love,
not with your thousand feet statues and chants unsapient.

It’s a sad state of affairs, when virtues
gather moss upon the monuments of hypocrisy.
Break your trance of totem poles,
be the freedom you are meant to be!

You only see the light of the sun,
But not the combustion agony.
You only see the act of creation,
But not the pain of creativity.
You only see the light of genius,
But not the price of genius.
You only see the flight of triumph,
But not the tragedies one has to cross.
You are replenished by the monsoon rain,
You got no clue ‘bout the burden of the cloud.
You only see the glamor of my victory,
Not the heartbreaks I don’t scream out loud.
Everybody wants to shine, that is no glory.
Only those with character can bear combustion agony.

No neighborhood without brotherhood,
No sainthood without martyrdom.
Martyrdom doesn’t mean dying in body,
but to be lost in others’ ascension.

You’re born with a human backbone,
Don’t let it be vilified by cowardice.
Backbone responsible is backbone honored,
Backbone responsible is antidote to malice.

World is in your care, carry it with grace.
No bigger disgrace than backbone bending!
Find a cause that honors your human backbone,
Humans can break, while animals bend for nothing.

Stars-n-stripes, union jack, all trivial,
for the world is my neighborhood.
I got no brotherhood of cult or creed,
for the world is my brotherhood.