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To Those Who Mean Well (Sonnet From A God) | Vande Vasudhaivam
For every single dreamer of the world who keeps struggling for their dream, despite being ridiculed and patronized by inferior, bronzeage apes every step of the way.
“To Those Who Mean Well
(Sonnet From A God)
Dear vermin of the greedy gutters of earth,
I permit you to live as your whims may dawn.
I just wish, expired cigarette butts wouldn’t
show the moronic audacity to advise the sun.
I don’t hate you for your life of greed and filth,
But the most you are gonna get from me is pity.
Apes who are alien to the concept of accountability,
Are no more significant than a termite community.
With all your googling expertise, how about you
spend some data researching the term “ambition”!
Know your place, my dear armchair intellectuals,
Chimps should speak only when spoken to by a human.
To you who mean well,
your death is the end of your story.
My death is the beginning of a legend.”
“To Those Who Mean Well
(Sonnet From A God)
Dear vermin of the greedy gutters of earth,
I permit you to live as your whims may dawn.
I just wish, expired cigarette butts wouldn’t
show the moronic audacity to advise the sun.
I don’t hate you for your life of greed and filth,
But the most you are gonna get from me is pity.
Apes who are alien to the concept of accountability,
Are no more significant than a termite community.
With all your googling expertise, how about you
spend some data researching the term “ambition”!
Know your place, my dear armchair intellectuals,
Chimps should speak only when spoken to by a human.
To you who mean well,
your death is the end of your story.
My death is the beginning of a legend.”
Firefly Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations
Firefly, oh firefly,
why do you gleam so!
Who do you try to impress,
who is the object of your glow!
Oh, ye of little sight,
said the gentle little beacon!
Creatures with light eternal,
don’t shine to stir public opinion.
I gleam, ’cause that’s my life,
I know no other way of existence.
Puny apes gotta find an agenda,
for most are anemic of effulgence.
And you have the gall to call us bugs,
while your mind is stuck in gutter!
My fire bears proof of existence,
you carry yours as cheap souvenir.
(Note: as a biologist I must mention, this is a purely poetic piece, not to be analyzed with science, for evolutionarily speaking, glowworms use their glow to warn away predators, and attract mate.)
why do you gleam so!
Who do you try to impress,
who is the object of your glow!
Oh, ye of little sight,
said the gentle little beacon!
Creatures with light eternal,
don’t shine to stir public opinion.
I gleam, ’cause that’s my life,
I know no other way of existence.
Puny apes gotta find an agenda,
for most are anemic of effulgence.
And you have the gall to call us bugs,
while your mind is stuck in gutter!
My fire bears proof of existence,
you carry yours as cheap souvenir.
(Note: as a biologist I must mention, this is a purely poetic piece, not to be analyzed with science, for evolutionarily speaking, glowworms use their glow to warn away predators, and attract mate.)
When Calls The Kainat (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir
No matter how many years go by,
how many decades, how many centuries,
there’ll always be some people who’d
call me a fraud – don’t be upset,
don’t hold a grudge – nothing good
ever comes out of bearing grudge,
just let them be – let them be and
let them go, because I forgive them.
Let them hate their head off,
seeds of heart are already planted.
Apes throw tantrum when they are insecure,
pursuit of delusion soothes the vegetated.
When calls the Kainat*, chatter of
monkeys turn faint echoes from the past.
*Cosmos chimes in my chambers of heart –
veritas est pons, pons est veritas.
how many decades, how many centuries,
there’ll always be some people who’d
call me a fraud – don’t be upset,
don’t hold a grudge – nothing good
ever comes out of bearing grudge,
just let them be – let them be and
let them go, because I forgive them.
Let them hate their head off,
seeds of heart are already planted.
Apes throw tantrum when they are insecure,
pursuit of delusion soothes the vegetated.
When calls the Kainat*, chatter of
monkeys turn faint echoes from the past.
*Cosmos chimes in my chambers of heart –
veritas est pons, pons est veritas.
