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Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 46 quotes · Diversity And Inclusion, Service Of Humanity, Human Rights Activist

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“Ain't My Fourth of July (The Sonnet) Fourth of July comes and goes, Yet slavery remains and thrives. It kills in the name of supremacy, It causes ruin in a pro-life guise. Real advocates of life value life, And place life above all belief. Belief that values guns over person, Is only pro-death and pro-disease. Freedom involves accountability, Without which we are just free animals. Those who turn superstition into law, Are no judge but a bunch of dumbbells. This ain't my Fourth of July, for I actually value life. Till all lives are deemed equal, I'll continue to strive.”

“Peygamber Parabrahma (The Sonnet) In a world where segregation is sanity, True sanity begins with insanity. You have to be insane to be egalitarian, Inclusion is instilled through insanity. In a world where indifference is sanity, True sanity begins with insanity. You have to be insane to take a stand, Accountability comes through insanity. In a world where selfishness is sanity, True sanity begins with insanity. You have to be insane to be wiped out for others, Amidst inhumanity, humanity comes through insanity. Sanity beyond sanity comes from the human beyond human. Only such human is peygamber, such human is parabrahman.”

“Reclaim The Planet (The Sonnet) Monsters spread their tentacles, Because the masters are asleep. Puny hyenas rule the world, When the tigers are asleep. Enough with pleading, to hell with decency! Monsters only understand the language of roar. When the predator comes to feast on your family, Will you happily make way for them to pleasure more? Doesn't the thought boil your blood – good, it should! It means that your backbone is still alive. Now turn all your attention on your every pore, Feel through your veins the surge of might. No more pleading, no more begging to be treated as humans! It's time for the humans to reclaim the planet from the inhumans!”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 99 Rise, revolt and roar out loud, No more pleading in front of prejudice! Breathe, burn and brave out loud, No more bearing in front of malice! Dream, dare and dance out loud, No more dangling as docile doormat! Heave, hold and help out loud, No more retreat in front of cold updraught! Fall, fix and forge out loud, No more settling as the forgotten figures! Grow, glow, and break out loud, No more groveling at the feet of bloodsuckers! Only antidote to oppression is civilian unsubmission. When the children go astray, it’s time for parental intervention.”

“Citizen Vain (The Sonnet) All the law in the world cannot bring order, In a society where the citizens are indifferent. A citizen responsible is a society responsible, A citizen on guard is a society with upliftment. If the citizen can't tell right from wrong on their own, It's not order but merely a revolting illusion of order. Take away all punishment and you shall soon find out, Law only forces repression, not reformation of disorder. Without an actual reformation of the citizen's mind, Sooner or later all nations end up in fundamentalist dump. Pay less attention to law, and more attention to education, Humanizing education is the only cure for the hoodlums. In a world full of citizen vain, be a citizen vanguard! There can be no order, unless the citizens stand on guard.”

“Ethics and Songwriting (The Sonnet) I wish I could write music, For one song is worth ten sonnets. One sonnet is worth ten essays, One essay is worth ten speeches. That's why I have respect for those, Singers who do their own writing. While I pity the empty entertainers, Who do nothing but counterfeiting. It's okay if you sing someone's song, At least make way for equal recognition. Exploiting talent 'cause they're struggling, Is fundamentally a human rights violation. Every industry lacks ethics in its story of origin. It's time we right the wrongs and get humanizing.”

“Seclusion Won’t Do (The Sonnet) Each of you must turn into a sufi saint, Each of you must turn into a latin lover. Each of you must turn into a shaolin monk, Each of you must turn into a bengal tiger. It won't do to seclude yourself in a monastery, It won't do to seclude yourself behind a desk. The monk must come down to the streets of life, The scholar must till the soil with their sweat. Service of humanity is the fulfillment of divinity, Service of humanity is the right use of intellect. Occasional seclusion is good, to charge up the mind, But life-long seclusion from society is sheer waste. Enlightenment that doesn't eliminate separation is no enlightenment. Intelligence that doesn't elevate the collective is no intelligence.”

“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 51 Education alone won't change anything, First we gotta rid education of all archaism. Rather than being a tool of indoctrination, Education oughta be a force of undoctrination. Education ought to be secular, Education ought to be nonsectarian. Sectarianism that passes as education, Is the very antithesis of education. Scriptures can be a part of education, But they mustn't be the basis of education. Cultures can be a part of education, But they mustn't be the basis of education. Any force that claims to liberate the mind, Must first liberate itself from all divide.”

“World Administrative Service (The Sonnet) Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till you reach your goal! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till your dreams are whole! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till there is no injustice. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till the world is in peace. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Do not stop till love is the only way. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till all prejudice is thrown away. Civilization is born when all our sentience converge. Puny minds make puny-verse, uni-minds make universe.”

“Neuroscience of Ideology (The Sonnet) No matter the intention of origin, No ideology can stand uncorrupt through time. Even the perfect of theories fall apart, because, The brain can't pledge obedience without being blind. To maintain the grandeur of an ideology, The mind chooses to switch off certain faculties. Thus the mind starts digging its own grave, As well as for the world, without even knowing it. Ideology relevant today won't be relevant tomorrow, But the ideology itself isn't aware of this. Thus in the guise of savior it keeps raising sheep, Who then turn defensive and ruin all possibility of peace. Borders don't preserve peace, borders only breed war. All peace is fiction till we treat every border as Donald Trump's wall.”

“Fortuna Sin Amor (El Soneto) ¡Te quiero, te quiero mucho, mi amor! Me muero por escuchar esta proclamación. Estoy hablando en español, ¿sabes por qué? Si lloras bajo la lluvia, no atraerás la atención. Si hablo en inglés, todos descubrirán mi secreto, Que no soy ningún sabio, solo un alma perdida. Por eso hablo el idioma de la revolución, Solo un amante loco puede entender a otro idiota. Lastima mucho, este largo viaje lastima mucho pero, Tengo que fingir que soy la persona más fuerte. Todavía a veces solo quiero olvidar toda la guerra, A veces solo quiero perderme en el abrazo de alguien. Ahora sabes mi secreto - mi honor está confiado a ti. Si la ves, díselo - fortuna sin amor es maldición para mi.”

“Aşksız Şöhret (Bir Aşk Şiiri) Seni çok seviyorum aşkım! Bu itirafı duymak için ölüyorum ben. Bunu neden türkçe konuşuyorum, biliyorsun! Çünkü yağmurda ağlarsa, farketmezsin. İngilizce söylersem herkes öğrenecek ki, Ben sufi falan değil, sadece kayıp bir insanım. Bu yüzden ben Şems'ın dilini konuşuyorum. Benim gibi deliden korkacak hiçbir şey yok benim için. Cok aciyor biliyormusun, bu yolculuk cok aciyor ama, Dünyanın en güçlü insanı gibi davranmak mecburum. Hala bazen tüm savaşlarımı unutmak istiyorum, Bazen birinin kucağında kendimi kaybetmek istiyorum. Sonunda sırrımı öğrendin, onurum artık sana emanettir. Onu görürsen söyle ona, aşksız şöhret sadece lanettir.”

“Uyan Be İnsan (Dünya Hizmeti Şiir) Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Amacına ulaşana kadar durma! Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Hayaller gerçek olana kadar durma! Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Her yerde adalet olana kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Dünyaya barış gelene kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Her yerde aşk olana kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, İnsanlar insan olana kadar durma. Hadi kalk be kardeşim, bu dünya sana emanet. Kendin için değil, insanlar için mücadele et.”

“Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Her yerde adalet olana kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Dünyaya barış gelene kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, Her yerde aşk olana kadar durma. Uyan be insan, kalk be insan, İnsanlar insan olana kadar durma.”

“The Uncultured Poet (A Sonnet) There is a reason I never translate my works, You can translate information but not sentiment. So I carve humanity with not one but many tongues, Yet due to alphabetical wall, much remain unspoken. Human and culture must grow together in harmony, All traditions of stagnation must be thrown away. If a human can come forward across conditioning, Why can't a culture do the same and meet halfway! I sacrificed my language so I could feel you better, Now I can't read the tongue of Tagore I was raised in. Such an uncultured poet whose culture is the world, Asks the cultures with borders just one little thing. Take some lessons from Mustafa Kemal in modernizing. A culture is enhanced, not diminished, by latinizing.”

“Servant Scientist (The Sonnet) No academician lent me a hand, No industry gave an ounce of backup. If I am what I am today, it's because, I was too stubborn to give up. Hence I can say without hesitation, My legacy is built only by me, Not an industry, not a benefactor, And definitely not some university. I come from the working class, With neither education nor wealth. Hence, my priority is always people, Not comfort, nor intellect, nor gelt. The name is Naskar, I'm a Servant Scientist, Painkiller to people, pesticide to prejudice.”