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“The Earthistana Anthem (Sonnet 2570-2574) I was born without lineage, without a holy claim - no prophet in my pocket, no empire to my name. But I rose from the ruins of the borders they drew, and I learned from the ashes what a human can do. The world was carved with lies, with flags of hate and fear - but the pulse of integration kept pulling me near. So I wrote my own scripture with the ink of equality - no one is a stranger, one people are we. Raise your heart like a banner, tear the hatred apart - every life is revolution, every breath is an art. Pilgrims of the heart, children of no throne - the world is our home, the duty is my own. No God above the human, no border in the mind - tolerance is our anthem, we are the humankind. I've seen temples feed on fear, graves labeled as pride - I've seen nations crowned with glory, yet cruelty inside. But I've also seen a stranger share their only bread, and in that tiny gesture, every scripture was said. We are the dawn that we seek, let the dread of dark retire - we are the rebels of empathy, our ammunition nerve fiber. Let the world's wounded pages be rewritten by you - with the ink of courage, with the rainbow of truth. Let us lift the fallen, heal the fractures of fate - every act of kindness, makes tyranny evaporate. From monastery bells to the muezzin's call, from the wailing walls to the city hall, when our voices combine, the soil becomes sacred - the only holy nation is the one without hatred. Pilgrim of the heart, oneness in our vein - love is the revolution, Human is the name. Shortcircuit the convention, surpass all claim to fame - let us enhance, not reduce each other, so the world becomes humane.” — Abhijit Naskar