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“Generation Understanding (Sonnet 2480) No matter what the apes want you to believe, it's not weakness to abandon suspicion, it's not weakness to discard judgment, it's not weakness to practice empathy, it's not weakness to be considerate - it's not misdemeanor to denounce primitive practices that our ancestors thought sensible, it's a sign of wisdom, not stupidity, to admit ignorance, rather than succumb to supernatural. My favorite answer of all is, 'I don't know' - in the absence of rigorous investigation that's the answer I fall back on the most; then there are times when logic is immaterial, there I avoid all mention of knowledge, and take the humane course, despite reason or ritual.”

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Sonnets From The Mountaintop

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“There is no logic to sadness when it comes to the greater good. Sadly, individual success and individual joy sells, like how people respond emotionally to stories of individual loss, grief and so on but don't always respond to actual figures and facts. That is how capitalism works and sustains, and how empathy was monetized by neoliberalism, and the reason why it got lost in conservative nationalism.”

“ധൈര്യം മാത്രം പോരാ. കരയാനുള്ള ഒരു മനസ്സുകൂടി ഉണ്ടെങ്കിലേ നമുക്ക് മറ്റുള്ളവർക്ക് വേണ്ടി എന്തെങ്കിലും ചെയ്യാൻ പറ്റൂ.”

“The Naskar Anthem (Sonnet 2554-2555) Heir to no throne, no crown on my head, tearing up borderly lies, I burn as the lamp of aid. I hold no flag, yet I raise nations, I stand as rebel guard, humanizing inoculation. Rocking the world with sacred wonder, priming the souls with curing thunder, every sonnet is call against slumber, every line, a revolt against plunder. From the alleys of grief to the towers of pride, I am wounded, I walk with the wounded by my side. Not born to erase faith, but to rewrite it tolerant; suffering is the doorway, to the becoming of a saint. A pair of helping hands is holier than a million praying lips; I got no need for scripture, for I carry a heart that beats. I have no law, but life - I have no edict, but empathy. I have no creed, but conscience - I am the vow of mad inclusivity. Roads ignited with the voice of oneness, cannot be extinguished by clouds of hate. When the final regime has fallen to pieces, the drop of dew will still be incandescent.”