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Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 22 quotes · Book Of Poems, Brainy Quotes, Humanitarian

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“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 9 The case of life is a case of kindness, The case of reform is a case of unself. The case of growth is a case of correction, The case of joy is a case beyond the self. To unself the soul is to unfold happiness, To disavow destiny is to write destiny. To bring down the walls is to build bridges, To refute inhumanity is to practice humanity. Upon our indifference jungle sustains, Upon our accountability worlds unfold. Requirement of civilization is plain 'n simple, Appearance is nothing if hands don't unfold. You know why we have two hands 'n one mouth, So that we may stop arguing ‘n help each other out.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 11 You wanna get laid? Get laid, but with consent. You wanna jump off a cliff? Just jump, with an active brain. You wanna try booze? Try it, but with moderation. You wanna smoke weed? Do it, but with self-regulation. Try out everything you wanna try, Figure out right 'n wrong for yourself. It is your life, test it to its limits, but, Be sure not to harm others in the process. Get it all over with, for plenty work remains. Live to build a world, not to pamper shallow tenets.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 41 Don't worship your past, At the expense of your present. Don't glorify the future, At the expense of the present. Don't worship the dead, At the expense of the living. Don't admire the unborn, While overlooking the living. It's only by lifting the living that, We build a better world for all progeny. It's only by being kind to the living, That we truly honor our ancestry. Honor is earned not begged for. Honor the living, ‘n all time will be grateful.”

“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 56 It's the citizens’ duty to make a nation nonpartisan, Government is meant to serve as powerless figurehead. All my hopes lie in the hands of accountable citizens, A good politician acts a citizen, not political dunderhead. So no more procrastination with the curation of society, No more playing hooky in the school of life and sanity. Be the politician that you seek in the sewers of state, Not by law but by an indefatigable accountability. Democracy means rule of the people, not sleep of people, Yet that's what it means to people 'n politicians alike. But shhh, nobody is supposed to admit any of it in public, For discretion is the better part of a society of sleeping mice. Let sleeping slime sleep, if you are human, take charge now. Dream with your eyes open and keep your democracy vow.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 85 Enough with leaving this world, In the hands of old fuddy-duddies. Mark you, I ain't talkin' about age, I am talkin' about mental maturity. Long enough we've allowed tradition, To wreak havock on our precious planet. It's time for reason and nonrigidity, To stand up and take charge, all unbent. Inhumanity persists in our world, Because the humans give a consensual wave. It's time for the grown-ups to grow up and, Redeem reins from those with both feet in the grave. Ancient relics belong in museum, not in driver's seat. It's for the young of head 'n heart to get the society lit.”

“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.”

“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 32 Don't wait up for destiny to happen to you, Stand up and be the destiny of the world. I didn't wait for the world to happen to me, I stood up and happened to the world. Sit no more holding out for a magical messiah, All the world's magic is just human creation. Magic is just code for human determination, There is nothing paranormal, only dedication. No more bowing in front of the altar of tradition, Be a radical star and explode for your purpose. Your light shall live on in people's memory, As you pour out all life for the good of others. Destiny and fate are constructs of fear and insecurity. Conquer your fears and rise as the human almighty.”

“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.”