Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "serving-society"
Live Torch (The Sonnet)
Be a live torch amidst the darkest night.
If not you, who else will light up the society!
Be a living weapon to defend the meek in fright.
If not you, who else will guard humanity!
Be a breathing sword to scare away inhumanities.
If not you, who else will draw the righteous line!
Be a valiant shield to stand against atrocities.
If not you, who else will call that duty mine!
Be a daring drum announcing the beats of acceptance.
If not you, who else will be the emblem of inclusion!
Be a fierce arrow to penetrate the clouds of conformity.
If not you, who else will free people from segregation!
Be the liberating nuke that demolishes all dogmatic shell.
If not you, who else will burn delivering the humanizing kernel!
If not you, who else will light up the society!
Be a living weapon to defend the meek in fright.
If not you, who else will guard humanity!
Be a breathing sword to scare away inhumanities.
If not you, who else will draw the righteous line!
Be a valiant shield to stand against atrocities.
If not you, who else will call that duty mine!
Be a daring drum announcing the beats of acceptance.
If not you, who else will be the emblem of inclusion!
Be a fierce arrow to penetrate the clouds of conformity.
If not you, who else will free people from segregation!
Be the liberating nuke that demolishes all dogmatic shell.
If not you, who else will burn delivering the humanizing kernel!
Hurricane Humans (A Sonnet)
Come all ye misfits and rebels,
Let’s march to shatter the games.
Break all golden chains of comfort,
Let’s work forgetting our names.
Come all ye sneered and mocked,
We must burn as flames of unity.
Let’s turn into a human tsunami,
And wash away all hate and rigidity.
Hurricane humans we are o brethren,
Savagery no more is master to us.
The fountain of inclusion is our lifeblood,
We won’t let tradition break our universe.
Let’s finally build the kingdom of heaven,
With clay from our heart’s unifying Eden.
Let’s march to shatter the games.
Break all golden chains of comfort,
Let’s work forgetting our names.
Come all ye sneered and mocked,
We must burn as flames of unity.
Let’s turn into a human tsunami,
And wash away all hate and rigidity.
Hurricane humans we are o brethren,
Savagery no more is master to us.
The fountain of inclusion is our lifeblood,
We won’t let tradition break our universe.
Let’s finally build the kingdom of heaven,
With clay from our heart’s unifying Eden.
Life Lived for Others (A Sonnet)
Torrents of joy have brought me salvation,
Bearing jewels of inclusion and unification.
My mind and my whole being have gone lost,
Into the rising tides of humanizing assimilation.
Finally serenity has arrived at my doorstep,
When I opened I found the bridge to others.
Defying all agony and selfish insecurities,
I discovered the supreme sentience in their cheer.
Their joy is my joy and their worry is my worry,
It is my vow upon the sacred pyre of conscience.
I stand ready to become dust if it is needed,
I am my gift to them, their smiles my recompense.
There is no point in living for the shallow desires,
Cause life is not lived till it's lived for others.
Bearing jewels of inclusion and unification.
My mind and my whole being have gone lost,
Into the rising tides of humanizing assimilation.
Finally serenity has arrived at my doorstep,
When I opened I found the bridge to others.
Defying all agony and selfish insecurities,
I discovered the supreme sentience in their cheer.
Their joy is my joy and their worry is my worry,
It is my vow upon the sacred pyre of conscience.
I stand ready to become dust if it is needed,
I am my gift to them, their smiles my recompense.
There is no point in living for the shallow desires,
Cause life is not lived till it's lived for others.
Love not Allegiance (A Sonnet)
If I am remembered O Soldier of Destiny,
Remember me with love not allegiance.
If you place me on the altar of your heart,
Make it not exclusive but exude acceptance.
When the darkness around bothers you,
Bask all you want in my timeless light.
But when you see others in darkness,
Forget your needs and serve with delight.
My heart will never leave your backbone,
So long as you have a cell crying for others.
I will receive honor and my highest reward,
When you annihilate yourself to wipe their tears.
I will keep burning through you for eternity,
Your actions will herald the victory of humanity.
Remember me with love not allegiance.
If you place me on the altar of your heart,
Make it not exclusive but exude acceptance.
When the darkness around bothers you,
Bask all you want in my timeless light.
But when you see others in darkness,
Forget your needs and serve with delight.
My heart will never leave your backbone,
So long as you have a cell crying for others.
I will receive honor and my highest reward,
When you annihilate yourself to wipe their tears.
I will keep burning through you for eternity,
Your actions will herald the victory of humanity.
In Line of Service (The Sonnet)
World is my Louisiana,
I am its Mississippi.
Whenever it's in trouble,
My blood boils in agony.
Each drop of tear around,
Makes my bones ignite.
My life finds its meaning,
As I respond to their plight.
Joy is only joy to me,
When I bring it to others.
If gained in line of service,
Even wounds are my treasures.
Once I die for the people’s future,
Then I can live in peace forever.
I am its Mississippi.
Whenever it's in trouble,
My blood boils in agony.
Each drop of tear around,
Makes my bones ignite.
My life finds its meaning,
As I respond to their plight.
Joy is only joy to me,
When I bring it to others.
If gained in line of service,
Even wounds are my treasures.
Once I die for the people’s future,
Then I can live in peace forever.
Bow O Brave (The Sonnet)
Bow o brave, o lifter of hearts,
Bow in service losing all pride.
With your acts of care and community,
Make even the dust sanctified.
Selflessness and sanity,
Let these flow through your veins.
Offer up your nerves and bones,
As the world’s unity lanes.
Lose all name and lose all pleasure,
Forget address to which you are born.
As you live in every person,
They will cross ocean to make you own.
Step outside the self for the unselfish has no match.
Every land will become golden by your holy touch.
Bow in service losing all pride.
With your acts of care and community,
Make even the dust sanctified.
Selflessness and sanity,
Let these flow through your veins.
Offer up your nerves and bones,
As the world’s unity lanes.
Lose all name and lose all pleasure,
Forget address to which you are born.
As you live in every person,
They will cross ocean to make you own.
Step outside the self for the unselfish has no match.
Every land will become golden by your holy touch.
Miracle Human (The Sonnet)
Turning water into wine is no miracle,
It just means you are high on something.
Real miracle is to share your last drop,
With someone who is suffering.
To heal and to help are the highest miracle,
Even if it requires the self to be sacrificed.
A mortal who bears agony for others,
Is the real miracle personified.
So wake up and work O Miracle Human,
Rush to the helpless as monsoon rain.
Cast yourself at the feet of the forgotten,
There is nothing more noble and humane.
Prayers don't work for there's no merciful almighty.
Answer to all prayers is a human practicing humanity.
It just means you are high on something.
Real miracle is to share your last drop,
With someone who is suffering.
To heal and to help are the highest miracle,
Even if it requires the self to be sacrificed.
A mortal who bears agony for others,
Is the real miracle personified.
So wake up and work O Miracle Human,
Rush to the helpless as monsoon rain.
Cast yourself at the feet of the forgotten,
There is nothing more noble and humane.
Prayers don't work for there's no merciful almighty.
Answer to all prayers is a human practicing humanity.
Giants in Jeans Sonnet 24
Who is to build the world?
Who is to raise the society?
Who is to water the plants?
Who is to stand up for sanity?
Who is to bear agony for community?
Who is to go hungry feeding another?
Who is to heal the sick while bleeding?
Who is to lift the lowly trotting fire?
Who is to burn alive to bring light?
Who is to walk on thorns to build the bridge?
Who is to be deceived yet stay humble?
Who is to lay down so others can climb the ridge?
It is you, o misfit, o explorer of impossibility,
Even if no one joins us, our world is our responsibility!
Who is to raise the society?
Who is to water the plants?
Who is to stand up for sanity?
Who is to bear agony for community?
Who is to go hungry feeding another?
Who is to heal the sick while bleeding?
Who is to lift the lowly trotting fire?
Who is to burn alive to bring light?
Who is to walk on thorns to build the bridge?
Who is to be deceived yet stay humble?
Who is to lay down so others can climb the ridge?
It is you, o misfit, o explorer of impossibility,
Even if no one joins us, our world is our responsibility!
Sonnet of Rulers | Handcrafted Humanity
The only people who'll rule the world,
Are the ones who want to rule not a being.
The only people to inherit the earth,
Are the ones who want to inherit nothing.
The only people who win hearts,
Are those who give all without question.
The only people who become family to all,
Are those who walk without assumption.
The only people who never die,
Are those who happily die for others.
The only people who are the happiest,
Are those who have no trace of selfish desires.
Selfishness is synonym for suffering and misery.
Joy is just a byproduct of service to humanity.
Are the ones who want to rule not a being.
The only people to inherit the earth,
Are the ones who want to inherit nothing.
The only people who win hearts,
Are those who give all without question.
The only people who become family to all,
Are those who walk without assumption.
The only people who never die,
Are those who happily die for others.
The only people who are the happiest,
Are those who have no trace of selfish desires.
Selfishness is synonym for suffering and misery.
Joy is just a byproduct of service to humanity.
On Language, Culture and Oneness | The Gentalist & The Sufi Sermon
I wiped out my cultural identity, I wiped out my religious identity, I wiped out my national identity as well as my gender identity. In short, I wiped myself out from my psyche, only then I found a place in each and every heart of this world, only then I became the voice of each and every person on earth.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
Some call mom, some amma and some annem,
some call dad, some nana and some babam.
Some call sis, some akka and some ablam,
some call honey, some bangaram and some aşkim.
Words may differ but emotions are the same,
for language builds barriers only if you let it.
See past the words and look into the soul,
find you will an ocean full with jewels humanely lit.
There are those who eagerly learn another language to be one with another culture, then there are those morons who insist on the exclusive glorification of their so-called native language. The world is beautified by the former, whereas the latter only sustain disharmony – the latter only act as a prehistoric impediment to the unification of humankind.
In front of oneness language, faith, culture, all these are mere expendable trivialities.
In becoming one with people, even if you lose your language, along with every last trace of your so-called cultural background, that’s not a loss, but an actual fulfillment of life.
