Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "self-reliance"

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 40

To learn from yesterday is growth,
To be stuck in yesterday is decay.
To look for a better future is vision,
To be stuck there only causes dismay.
Glance at the past, aim for the future,
But keep your feet grounded in present.
Learn from history, envision the destiny,
‘N dive in today with your sweat valiant.
Memory is meant to give you ground,
Not to impede in your prosperity.
Vision is to embolden your footsteps,
Not to disconnect you from reality.
Some make history their prison, some future.
Bid goodbye to those inmates, ‘n be a timemaster.
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Servant Scientist (The Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble

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.
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Sonnet 1143 | Vande Vasudhaivam

Give me some sunshine,
Give me some rain!
Why the hell am I asking you,
When I’m the steward of my own reign!

Ship of society is sinking,
O Young and Bold, now hail the helm!
Come to the rescue of those lost at sea,
To hell with the nonsense of shame and fame!

My religion is to rescue the fallen,
My creed to care for the persecuted.
Faith, reason, nation, I heed none,
Obliterated in love heart is illuminated.

Shedding all fears both ragged and posh,
Let’s go play in the courtyard of the cosmos!
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Burn so bright that the sun gets fried! Abhijit Naskar | Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets

Burn my friend, burn,
Burn so bright that
the sun gets fried!
Shine my friend, shine,
Shine so bright that
Rudolf goes blind!

Smile my friend, smile,
Smile so pure that
flowers shy away.
Love my friend, love,
Love so drunk that
Rumi himself lays the way.

Fly my friend, fly,
Fly so fearless that
Tagore himself honors you.
Live my friend, live,
Live so unchained that
time makes gospel of you.
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