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Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 27 quotes · Book Of Poems, Brainy Quotes, Humanitarian

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“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 77 Be a muse to the world, not a mole. Be a flute to the world, not a fluke. Be a whistle to the world, not a hoax. Be a warm coat to the world, not a coup. Be O2 to the world, not CO. Be water to the world, not booze. Be a castle to the world, not another chaos. Be ointment to the world, not another wound. If you can't be a castle, be an apartment, If you can't be an apartment, be a hut. It's not about the size of your sacrifice, It's about the intent, you impetuous lovenut! Be a lamp, ladder or lego, what, it doesn't matter. Just be something that makes the world better.”

“World is My Valentine (The Sonnet) My first and foremost love is society, Romance 'n things are second priority. My love seeks not to be loved in return, In fact, my love thrives in cold nonreciprocity. Mine is not to reason why, mine is to love and die, There's no greater love than that of a one-sided lover. The world is to me what Julia was to Saint Valentine, And what the impoverished were to Nicholas Santa. A world anemic in love needs a day to celebrate love, I am a lover eternal, for me every day is valentine's day. The world is my valentine, as such it is under my care, It's my duty to protect it from Claudius' mischievous play. I shall stop breathing before I break this pledge of mine. There's no greater power than the pledge of a lover divine.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 12 After all this time, the sun doesn't say to us, Listen you guys, you owe all your light to me. The trees don’t grab our throat with its vines, And yell, all your air and food are my charity. A candle does not burn to be appraised, But because to burn is the purpose of a candle. A candle not burning is no candle at all, Be a burning candle and live life purpose-driven. Life is a vessel of infinite majesty and potential, Let us not let it rot at the shore playing safe. Come hail or high water, let us be shredded, Let us be annihilated in service and in help. Let us be human, let us be alive across all narrowness. Let us be the shinning beacon of supreme unselfishness.”

“Today (The Sonnet) Today, we ain't no partisan poophead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no intellectual ding-dong. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no ideological blockhead. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no religious hard case. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't slaves to class 'n luxury. Today, we are just plain human. Today, we ain't no vermin after self-care. Today, we are just plain human. I know very well, that day is not today. So, let us start the work right this very day.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 53 Better a marvelheaded idiot, Than a marbleheaded bigot. Better a self-proclaimed dope, Than an arrogant dilettante. Better a kindhearted commoner, Than a cockeyed intellectualist. Better an egalitarian infidel, Than a dogmatizing evangelist. All dogmas are born in the mind, So is the duster to wipe them. It is up to you what will you be, Vessel of dogma or the duster untamed! Convert none, help all, without imposition. Let uplift be the motive behind all conviction.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 100 All meditate on symbols, I meditate on people. Most worship fictitious deities, I worship those branded unliftable. People are my almighty, Oneness is my religion, Division is degradation, Unification is illumination. All is possible for a human who's responsible, Only the indifferent make excuses. Possibility is born of responsibility, Not of whining, praying and limbless wishes. Real and unreal, put all these talk aside. Let us be civilization, let us be lifelight.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 4 Raise your power in silence, Become a dynamite of resilience. Head high and chest emboldened, March on with uncorrupt conscience. Be the heart that loves and lifts, Be the hand that shares might. Feel the talk and talk the feel, Be the mirror of sight beyond sight. Be the first when no one comes, Be the last when all are gone. Be the one who sits not still, Be the rays of a dutiful dawn. You are the order you seek outside. To be human is to put coldness aside.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 8 Give me a spark of your nerves, I'll turn it into thunder strike. Give me a tremor of your lips, I'll turn it into landslide. Give me a teardrop of your eyes, I'll turn it into tsunami. Give me the sweat of your labor, I'll turn it into hydroelectricity. Give me a beat of your heart, I'll turn it into an earthquake. Give me a touch of your fingers, I'll turn it into society’s duct tape. Ingredients of reform are born of your veins. Renounce your apathy and reform will rain.”

“The Gentalist Sonnet I only ask one thing of my soldier – everything! Give up all, so that those with nothing receive life. What can I give to thee, except for this life of mine, Says the brave gentalist across all personal strife. Gente means people, and people are the music of life. Love the people, lift the people, people are the way. Not your people, not my people, it's all one people. Once you feel it in your bones, uplift is on its way. I don't believe in a messiah, I don't believe in a god, ‘Cause I’m far too accountable for my society, my world. Thus speaks the gentalist, burning with a sense of duty, Thus speaks the living aid, who ain’t no mythical lord. If a chunk of alum can purify a bucket of putrid water, Your heart can purify the world with its gentalist power.”