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“My Mission (The Sonnet) I am not here to inspire butcher doctors, I am here to build humanitarian doctors. I am not here to entertain reckless coders, I am here to invigorate humanitarian coders. I am not here to arouse mindless engineers, I am here to torque up humanitarian engineers. I am not here to pamper crooked politicians, I am here to wake up the brave world builders. I am not here to applaud counterfeit philanthropy, I am here to energize humanitarian entrepreneurs. I am not here to peddle the glory of logic over life, I'm here to raise humanitarian scientists 'n philosophers. There is no rest till humanity courses through human veins. My mission is to flood the world with humanitarians by the thousands.”

“The difference between a vigilante and a reformer is that a vigilante with their half-baked and insecure notions of justice feels compelled to hide their identity, whereas a reformer has nothing to hide, for a reformer knows, no lasting reform can be brought through anonymity. If you have something to say, say it, and stand by it with your last breath. Doctors save lives, and they have family, yet they don’t hide behind anonymity. Soldiers and cops defend lives, and they have family, yet they don’t hide behind anonymity. Scientists save the world, and they have family, yet they don’t hide behind anonymity. Then what makes a vigilante so special that they have to keep their identity a secret! You don’t need a secret identity to serve the world. You just need to stand up with accountability against the most distressing troubles faced by society, and your very name will turn into an immortal symbol, that will send a shockwave of courage and inspiration through countless generations to come.”

“Tapwater and Natural Spring (The Sonnet) I am sorry if big bard becomes bleak, In front of the vast spirit of oneness. I am sorry if baron byron turns barren, In front of the sense of collectiveness. With their native tongue given at birth, The fancy figures did what they could. It ain't their fault that it takes an outsider, To bring out a tongue's rightful good. Some figures are tapwater, While others are natural spring. Some are just good writers, While others are Maya, Martí and King. Anybody can write mushy words, that's no biggie. Genius is one who lives as they speak, with integrity.”

“World Administrative Service (The Sonnet) Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till you reach your goal! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till your dreams are whole! Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till there is no injustice. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till the world is in peace. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Do not stop till love is the only way. Awake, Arise, Oh Saint Soldiers, Don't stop till all prejudice is thrown away. Civilization is born when all our sentience converge. Puny minds make puny-verse, uni-minds make universe.”

“I have no control over my words, including the titles. Every time a title appears in my mind it sends a chill down my spine. The entire body shakes up in momentary tremor followed by the rush of an immense tranquility. And that's it! Right or not, that is the title. The same happens whenever I come up with a radical statement. Just like Ramanujan used to have visions of numbers, I have visions of words, that too, in the most socially relevant manner possible.”

“Make No Sect of Me (The Sonnet) Don't you dare pledge obedience to me! Don't you turn me into another religious band! I want you to endeavor into unknown, I want you to explore and expand. My work is with human nature, I know how things are gonna turn out. Many will come and peddle me as savior, They'll thrust me as society's way out. By not addressing it all my predecessors, Inadvertently became fodder for sectarianism. True Naskareans of earth are them alone, Who ain't no Naskarean but plain human. To make a sect of me is to dishonor me. Dump all glorification, and be light to humanity.”

“Servant Scientist (The Sonnet) No academician lent me a hand, No industry gave an ounce of backup. If I am what I am today, it's because, I was too stubborn to give up. Hence I can say without hesitation, My legacy is built only by me, Not an industry, not a benefactor, And definitely not some university. I come from the working class, With neither education nor wealth. Hence, my priority is always people, Not comfort, nor intellect, nor gelt. The name is Naskar, I'm a Servant Scientist, Painkiller to people, pesticide to prejudice.”

“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.”

“Unwrite Me, You Cannot (Sonnet 1949) I've written my life on the fabric of time, no matter how much you try, you cannot unwrite me. My childhood friends are now parents to children, while I stand alone as the keeper of humanity. Even the woman I once dreamt a life with, is now a mother, yet my struggle continues for eternity. May they all have a full and flourishing life, but mine is to die as the lampbearer of liberty. I took the road less travelled, of my own accord, so the marginalized could have some tranquility. There's nothing groundbreaking in a life of comfort, we break ground by being antidote to animosity. I've written my life on the fabric of time, try all you like, unwrite me, you cannot. You can pin me to the ground or on the wall, but unsee, unhear, unwrite me, you cannot.”

“Burn my books, and go lift the world! Let me live in your blood, not in books. Fetch your nerves and wield your backbone, You are the cure to the paradigm of crooks.”

“Social Reform 101 (The Sonnet) Brute force isn't always the answer, Sometimes you gotta be clever. Naivety has its place, it keeps you humble, Dealing with hyenas you gotta be a dinosaur. I am not talking about size and appearance, Appearance never brings any lasting change. Here I am talking about the faculties within, For corruption is defeated only by a hearty brain. The best way to control the manipulator is, To give them the illusion of control 'n dominance. To con the con-artist for the greater good, Is not an act of con but an act of conscience. Sentiment is good, but without wisdom it is plain stupid. An activist fights the system, a reformer manipulates it.”

“A child who cares for their friends is an adult, whereas an adult who doesn't care for their neighbor is a child. A child who cares for their friends is a reformist, whereas an adult who keeps quiet while their neighbor is mistreated is a terrorist.”

“Drunk, Insane & Uneducated (The Sonnet) We live in a world where the sane, Are more insane than the clinically insane. Greed and apathy are worse of all ailments, They make a society narrow and vain. We live in a world where the educated, Are more ignorant than the uneducated. Arrogance and egotism are sacrilege of education, They make a savage out of the most learned. We live in a world where the sober, Are more drunk than a sick alcoholic. Coldness makes vegetable out of a human, Then they cuss accountability as idealistic. I'm drunk and insane, with no education whatsoever. And these are the signs of a person sane, sober and seer.”

“Inert objects look good on the mantelpiece. That's about all. They have no other role under the sun. Don’t be a showpiece on the mantelpiece my friend - be a mental piece, and blow your top every time you witness an injustice taking place, and do whatever is necessary to restrain the wrong.”

“Humanitarianism is a myth, So are humanism and charity. They are the world's way, To sustain nothing but apathy. Are you a devout hydrophile, Since you drink water so well? You are not, right - and why not! Because water is but life's essential. In the same way, kindness isn't an ism, Human helping human isn't an ideology. If they stick labels on such act of life, It is but a sign of a rather sick society.”