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“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.” — Abhijit Naskar
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.