Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "helping-hand"

In Line of Service (The Sonnet)

World is my Louisiana,
I am its Mississippi.
Whenever it's in trouble,
My blood boils in agony.
Each drop of tear around,
Makes my bones ignite.
My life finds its meaning,
As I respond to their plight.
Joy is only joy to me,
When I bring it to others.
If gained in line of service,
Even wounds are my treasures.
Once I die for the people’s future,
Then I can live in peace forever.
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Pay it Forward Sonnet | Mücadele Muhabbet

Say no thanks, instead help another,
And tell them to pay it forward.
The one tradition this world badly needs,
Is that of kindness beyond all reward.
The world lacks kindness and compassion,
For so far rituals are passed on as tradition.
One generation of savage and divided tribals,
Makes sure to propagate nothing but division.
This very prehistoric tendency must end,
We must humanize the very notion of tradition.
Let us place all glory on the colors of joy,
Let us prioritize kindness over all argumentation.
And remember not to mechanize this with ideology.
Helping those in need is just plain ordinary humanity.
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Home is not where the heart is, home is where the heart is lost. | Amor Apocalypse

When all are one sentience,
Language withers and fades away.
Let’s sit together and speak in silence,
Let’s be light to each other’s way.

Sevgili ol, sevgili kal!
Bu hayatta sevgiden daha
hiçbir şey önemli değil.
Eğer seviyorsa çocuk gibi sev,
kuru soğuk gibi değil.
Barış gelecek, barış kalacak,
Ama önce insan insan olmalı, hayvan değil.

Kâinatin tek hakikat, aşktır,
Aşktan başka her şey yalan.
Kalbin kıyameti, nefrettir,
Nefretten vazgeçen her biri, mucize insan.

İnsan yanımda kalan birini değil,
kalbinde kalan birini sever.
El hogar no es donde está el corazón,
el hogar es donde el corazón se pierde.

What are we? Soldiers of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To be each other’s ladder in life.
What are we? Boulders of love.
Why did we come to existence?
To bulldozer each other’s crisis in life.

One day all of us will end up six feet under,
do you want your grave
to stink of hate or smell of love!
I for one will die of love despite hate,
so that even when I’m gone,
I leave behind nothing but love.
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