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Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Humanitarian, Diversity, Humanist

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“The Naskar Code (Sonnet) Kainat** is my qaum*, Universe is my aum. Carrying **cosmos in my chest, every *community is my home. Sat* is my nam-e, *Honesty, my identity. I am the one who is, reflection of all humanity. Bodhi* and dharma** are key to life, lifting us high above the animals. *Awareness wakes us to divine vision, **Duty is the seed of civilization. Valley of life is without elite divide, Science, philosophy, divine, all are one. Scientist, Poet, Dervish, or Philosopher, Adjectives though plenty, noun is but one.”

“Colonizer of A Different Kind (The Sonnet) Only the shape of colonialism has changed, not the nature. Tendencies are just as filthy, rightful heir to animal disaster. I too am a colonizer, but of a different kind. I colonize no home by force, with words I colonize minds. Humanitarianism is civilized colonialism - simpler still, humanitarianism is civilization. That's the contagion my literature carries, through my proses and sonnetic revelation. First thousand were an accident, Second thousand, a promise. Answer to traditional animosity, Antidote to doting prejudice.”

“You should be more disgusted at Churchill and Columbus than Hitler, the fact that you are not, shows how ludicrously little you're aware of humanitarian disasters. Palestine is the new Poland, yet hypocrites only shout for Ukraine. Tears must fit liberty's narrative, if not, they're thrusted terrorist blame. Mein Kampf ist nicht vorbei, bis alle frei sind, Surrender not to the narrative of fake freedom. Greatest freedom is freedom from selfishness, a capacity mastered only by the living human.”

“12 Days of Christmas (Sonnet 1900) On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee, promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity. On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee, pocketful of moments become memories through amity. On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee, Christ ain't a cult but a voice against animosity. On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee, each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy. On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee, intolerance is the desecration of sanctity. On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee, reason doesn't ruin, but enhances divinity. On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee, true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy. On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee, save sermon on the mount all else is triviality. On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee, faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity. On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee, every stream reflects the same aspiring piety. On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee, every heart is a living church, from river to the sea. On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee, season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.”

“El Soneto Maya Soy El Dorado del humanitarismo, El Himalaya del multiculturalismo. El fin del ruido del odio animal, Soy la canción del cosmos humano. Yo soy el peregrino de la unidad - Idioma no importa, mensaje es maestro. Maya soy, azteca soy, inca soy, humano soy - Humano en el universo, universo en el humano. Dorado soy, borracho soy - Al servicio de la gente, soldado soy. Escucha el silencio, oirás el universo, Océano en una gota, agua de vida soy. Cada nación es mi nación, Cada cultura es mi cultura. La integración es mi religión, La Humanidad, mi nacionalidad.”

“Twit & Trash (The Sonnet) There is nothing more cataclysmic than a sea of unarmed citizens out for justice - even the richest oligarchic leeches, armed with billions of robots, tanks and satellites, would crumble like twigs. Born to privilege, most tech giants are tech trash, loaded with more nuts than the Enigma machine. In the salacious pursuit of the silicon dream, these nutters are the antithesis of Tesla and Turing. Tech giants are giants by the will of people, takes less than a month to bankrupt their worth. Any giant who thinks they are above the people, are the puniest form of termites on earth. Clockwork mice and clockwork minds both can run great distances with no sense of why? Children of earth still sleep without food, yet colonizer kids are headed for the sky!”

“Azad Earth Army (The Sonnet) From river to the sea, Al Shams to Alpha Centauri, I'll radicalize each child into a volcanic veteran of inclusivity. Palestine, Kashmir, America, every territory will be humanized, without resorting to canon calls, for my soldiers are walking dynamite! Give me a speck of spinal nerve, I'll weave awaken bulldozing thunder! My patriots are keeper of the world, not stately pawn of terror and blunder. Awake, arise, adopt the world, let no monkey nationalize your humanity. Final call to a free* world, you, o bravehearts, are my *Azad Earth Army!”

“İnsan yani bir mucize, İnsan yani ilahi bir söz. İnsan yani kalbinde kâinat, İnsan yani köktencilik yok. Derman olmaktan daha büyük dua yoktur, Destek olmaktan daha büyük kutsallık yok. Nezaketten daha büyük nimet yoktur, Yardım etmekten daha büyük ilahiyat yok.”

“The Caretaker, Sonnet What was good enough for the fiction fearing men of the past, is no yardstick for the civilized us. Just like what we carve out for ourselves, may not be sufficient for future generations. Every generation must carve their own destiny, taking lessons from the past, not edicts. No generation is authority of the other, each generation must write their own rights, lingo and ethics. Every generation needs caretakers, and the caretaker of your generation is you. There is no such thing as a golden age, age gets golden or gutted by the likes of you. What was good enough for the apes, is no yardstick for the sapiens. My world, my responsibility - voices the Caretaker thundersaint!”