Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "refugee-crisis"
An Immigrant's Plight (The Sonnet)
With hopes and dreams brimming in my heart,
I have traveled across miles and miles.
A single desire for a flame of acceptance,
Still burns bright in my heart's aisle.
You say home is where the heart is,
But my heart is accused of difference.
Sometimes I'm accused of faith or race,
Other times they question my allegiance.
Amidst the illusive fog of color and geography,
When did humanity cease mattering most!
Sentiments and dreams have no borders,
Character isn't exclusive to any single coast.
We’ve wasted enough time on labels and covers,
It's time to be family filling the world with colors.
I have traveled across miles and miles.
A single desire for a flame of acceptance,
Still burns bright in my heart's aisle.
You say home is where the heart is,
But my heart is accused of difference.
Sometimes I'm accused of faith or race,
Other times they question my allegiance.
Amidst the illusive fog of color and geography,
When did humanity cease mattering most!
Sentiments and dreams have no borders,
Character isn't exclusive to any single coast.
We’ve wasted enough time on labels and covers,
It's time to be family filling the world with colors.
Sonnet 1178 (On Titanic Sub Search-and-Rescue) | Visvavictor
“Sonnet 1178
Five little rich tourists sink in a sub,
Wallets open without limit on a search-n-rescue op.
A 1000 migrants die each year tryna cross the sea,
Borders tighten in sheer fear with no show of mercy.
People are only worth saving
if their savings is super healthy.
50 Shades would be a Hitchcock film
if the sicko had no money.
Empathy is a far cry, life is never the issue.
While next-door-neighbor cries of hunger,
Netflix wets more tissue.”
“Ukraine is worth aiding, but not Afghanistan,
Tourists are worth saving, but not refugees.
Loss of any life is indeed a moment of tragedy,
Then why this double-standard and hypocrisy!”
Five little rich tourists sink in a sub,
Wallets open without limit on a search-n-rescue op.
A 1000 migrants die each year tryna cross the sea,
Borders tighten in sheer fear with no show of mercy.
People are only worth saving
if their savings is super healthy.
50 Shades would be a Hitchcock film
if the sicko had no money.
Empathy is a far cry, life is never the issue.
While next-door-neighbor cries of hunger,
Netflix wets more tissue.”
“Ukraine is worth aiding, but not Afghanistan,
Tourists are worth saving, but not refugees.
Loss of any life is indeed a moment of tragedy,
Then why this double-standard and hypocrisy!”
Mirror Mind (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | 300 Limericks of Inclusion
Sentience of a distant space,
I stand at your starry doorstep.
Born of carbon this simple life,
I come bearing a thread of love lace.
When will I meet my mirror mind,
When will I meet a mirror of kind!
Will all this struggle count for nothing,
Coming all this way, how can I alight!
I dreamt of you in my fiercest nights,
I craved for you in my suffering frights.
I ached for you on my brightest flights,
I trekked the galaxy seeking your sight.
Yet I remain ever so thirsty,
to drench in your monsoon smile.
When will I come to part with
this horrific state of divide!
I stand at your starry doorstep.
Born of carbon this simple life,
I come bearing a thread of love lace.
When will I meet my mirror mind,
When will I meet a mirror of kind!
Will all this struggle count for nothing,
Coming all this way, how can I alight!
I dreamt of you in my fiercest nights,
I craved for you in my suffering frights.
I ached for you on my brightest flights,
I trekked the galaxy seeking your sight.
Yet I remain ever so thirsty,
to drench in your monsoon smile.
When will I come to part with
this horrific state of divide!
Better a refugee than prisoner (Sonnet 1555) | Abhijit Naskar | World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets
Eon upon eon I seek for a refuge,
Land upon land I receive but coldness.
Last I stand at your door exhausted,
Spare some warmth, for my heart freezes!
Stateless, cultless, I walk the planet.
Restless, sleepless, I live a dream.
Friendless, loveless, I brave the mission.
The being is dissolved for the beacon to beam.
Wield, I do, my conscience as compass.
Wear, I do, my backbone as battery.
Bouts of tragedy only amplifies my thunder,
Nature’s bare mockery makes miracle of me.
Borders are for hoarders, my home is the world.
Better a refugee to the sea than prisoner of the pond.
Land upon land I receive but coldness.
Last I stand at your door exhausted,
Spare some warmth, for my heart freezes!
Stateless, cultless, I walk the planet.
Restless, sleepless, I live a dream.
Friendless, loveless, I brave the mission.
The being is dissolved for the beacon to beam.
Wield, I do, my conscience as compass.
Wear, I do, my backbone as battery.
Bouts of tragedy only amplifies my thunder,
Nature’s bare mockery makes miracle of me.
Borders are for hoarders, my home is the world.
Better a refugee to the sea than prisoner of the pond.
Refugees & Colonizers (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Refugees carry culture,
Colonizers carry infection.
Colonizers are the virus,
Refugees are civilization.
Refugees live on hope,
Colonizers thrive on greed.
Refugees dream of acceptance,
Colonizers dream supremacy.
Refugees are the true free and brave,
they carry within the silver lining.
There’s nothing brave about genocide,
no matter the whitewashed thanksgiving.
Refugees are practicing healers,
living testament of wounds to ointment.
Colonizers are proof of darwinism,
that from monkeys comes the human race.
Colonizers carry infection.
Colonizers are the virus,
Refugees are civilization.
Refugees live on hope,
Colonizers thrive on greed.
Refugees dream of acceptance,
Colonizers dream supremacy.
Refugees are the true free and brave,
they carry within the silver lining.
There’s nothing brave about genocide,
no matter the whitewashed thanksgiving.
Refugees are practicing healers,
living testament of wounds to ointment.
Colonizers are proof of darwinism,
that from monkeys comes the human race.
