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Amantes Assemble: 100 Sonnets of Servant Sultans

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 17 quotes · Diversity And Inclusion, Service Of Humanity, Human Rights Activist

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“Amantes Assemble Sonnet 9 The world doesn't need more avengers, but amantes. Hear me well, my brave amantes, it's time to assemble! More than Captain America we need Amelia Earhart, More than Madame Web we need Madame Curie-like rebel. Scrutinize all tradition with a fresh set of eyes, Rebel against dogma, and stand up to discrimination. Beliefs and doctrines surely have their place, But none of it is above scrutiny of the new generation. Each generation is to write their new set of laws, Learning from the triumphs and downfalls of yesterday. You just remember, that all roads lead to people, And life that doesn't lift people is life gone astray. Ayudar a la gente es la salvación de la mente. Elevación de la gente es la elevación de la mente.”

“Every Culture is My Culture (The Sonnet) If America fails in advancement, so will the world, If South America fails in liberty, so will the world. If Mexico fails in passion, so will the world, If India fails in diversity, so will the world. Every atom of planet earth is teeming with potential, Yet most see nothing beyond the rim of their culture. Culture is peddled in the world as a sectarian prison, Yet the fact is, culture integrated is culture empowered. Every culture belongs in every heart, every heart that is human, While stoneage notions of culture still dominate the animal. Simply put, till all cultures are ours, no culture is ours, Any culture that claims supremacy belongs on a surgeon's table. If humanity fails to embrace the strength of each culture, There will be no humanity, there will be no culture.”

“Keyboard of Revolution (The Sonnet) I wrote most of my works, On broken down laptops. Perhaps that's why they work well, With this broken down world. I don't write to butter the assheads of pomposity, My duty is to till the soil of grassroots reform. That's why I feel at home creating on humble machines, The very thought of fancy devices makes my stomach turn. I once said to you, ripped jeans and twenty dollar shirt, That's how we change the world, how we build the world. Often a fancy exterior is indicative of a rotten interior, It's a simple life that facilitates a magnificent world. I don't need thousand dollar machines to cause ascension. Give me a keyboard, I'll give you revolution.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”