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December 6, 2024
Beyond Evidence and Ignorance (Monk Scientist Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie
I’m sorry, I cannot live a single cultural,
single lingual, single scriptural existence.
I want all the cultures and languages,
I want all the scriptures and sciences.
I am the epitome of reason founded on love,
beyond the grasp of either establishment.
I don’t need to be popular in either cult,
I live as lamp to the world not another lamb.
I am a scientist aware of facts,
I also accept faith as a right.
My struggle is again’t intolerance,
not to pamper either side’s narrow sight.
I once set out as a monk, that journey has
kept the scientist grounded in tolerance.
My truth is love, not belief or disbelief,
not coldened by evidence or blinded by ignorance.
December 5, 2024
Palestine is the new Poland (The Controversial Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim: Little Planet on The Prairie
Życie jest jednym wielkim uprzedzeniem,
chyba że kwestionujesz wszystko.
Dobroć jest odważniejsza niż okrucieństwo,
Wszędzie jest dom, każdy jest rodziną.
Płoń tak jasno, świat ożywa,
Służba to najwyższa mądrość.
Obudź się, powstań i śmiało ogłoś:
mój świat, moja odpowiedzialność.
You should be more disgusted at
Churchill and Columbus than Hitler,
the fact that you are not,
shows how ludicrously little you’re
aware of humanitarian disasters.
Palestine is the new Poland,
yet hypocrites only shout for Ukraine.
Tears must fit liberty’s narrative,
if not, they’re thrusted terrorist blame.
Mein Kampf ist nicht vorbei, bis alle frei sind,
Surrender not to the narrative of fake freedom.
Greatest freedom is freedom from selfishness,
a capacity mastered only by the living human.
December 3, 2024
The Caretaker, Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim: Little Planet on The Prairie
What was good enough for the
fiction fearing men of the past,
is no yardstick for the civilized us.
Just like what we carve out for ourselves,
may not be sufficient for future generations.
Every generation must carve their own destiny,
taking lessons from the past, not edicts.
No generation is authority of the other,
each generation must write their
own rights, lingo and ethics.
Every generation needs caretakers,
and the caretaker of your generation is you.
There is no such thing as a golden age,
age gets golden or gutted by the likes of you.
What was good enough for the apes,
is no yardstick for the sapiens.
My world, my responsibility –
voices the Caretaker thundersaint!
December 2, 2024
The God Undelusion, Sonnet | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie
God is the greatest undelusion of all,
but only when you find it in the living,
while it’s the desecrator of lives, when
you revere or refute from either extreme.
God is like Schrodinger’s cat,
one moment it’s there, the next it’s not –
all depends on the state of mind –
there’s no divine outside human eyes.
I see my God in people,
in their happiness God smiles.
Obliterate people from the world,
and you exterminate God like termite.
World is my church, the persecuted are my deity.
God faith is interfaith, human welfare is my priority.
November 30, 2024
Azad Earth Army (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Little Planet on The Prairie
From river to the sea,
Al Shams to Alpha Centauri,
I’ll radicalize each child into
a volcanic veteran of inclusivity.
Palestine, Kashmir, America,
every territory will be humanized,
without resorting to canon calls,
for my soldiers are walking dynamite!
Give me a speck of spinal nerve,
I’ll weave awaken bulldozing thunder!
My patriots are keeper of the world,
not stately pawn of terror and blunder.
Awake, arise, adopt the world,
let no monkey nationalize your humanity.
Final call to a free* world, you,
o bravehearts, are my *Azad Earth Army!
Al Shams to Alpha Centauri,
I’ll radicalize each child into
a volcanic veteran of inclusivity.
Palestine, Kashmir, America,
every territory will be humanized,
without resorting to canon calls,
for my soldiers are walking dynamite!
Give me a speck of spinal nerve,
I’ll weave awaken bulldozing thunder!
My patriots are keeper of the world,
not stately pawn of terror and blunder.
Awake, arise, adopt the world,
let no monkey nationalize your humanity.
Final call to a free* world, you,
o bravehearts, are my *Azad Earth Army!
November 28, 2024
12 Days of Christmas (Sonnet 1900) | Abhijit Naskar – Merry Christmas 2024
On the first day of Christmas my ode to thee,
promise of messy love only sweetens by indignity.
On the second day of Christmas my ode to thee,
pocketful of moments become memories through amity.
On the third day of Christmas my ode to thee,
Christ ain’t a cult but a voice against animosity.
On the fourth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
each act of hate is the same old crucifixion frenzy.
On the fifth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
intolerance is the desecration of sanctity.
On the sixth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
reason doesn’t ruin, but enhances divinity.
On the seventh day of Christmas my ode to thee,
true miracle unfolds in everyday acts of empathy.
On the eighth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
save sermon on the mount all else is triviality.
On the ninth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
faith ought to enhance not degrade humanity.
On the tenth day of Christmas my ode to thee,
every stream reflects the same aspiring piety.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my call to thee,
every heart is a living church, from river to the sea.
On the twelfth day of Christmas I entrust to thee,
season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.
November 24, 2024
When Apes Become Human – Zaman İnsanı Bekler | Abhijit Naskar | Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim: Little Planet on The Prairie
Her şey vaktini bekler diyor Mevlana abim,
ama bence: zaman insanı bekler,
ne dünya insanlıksız güler,
ne de güneş insanlıksız doğar.
Bekleme artik, ve yürü,
hiç durma, hedefine ulaşana kadar.
Right time waits for the right human,
Civilized world awaits a civilized human.
When the last barbwire is banned from life,
Passports become buspass and apes become human.
November 23, 2024
If I Wrote God (A Naturalist’s Letter) | Abhijit Naskar | Neurosonnets: The Pocket Book of Consciousness
If I wrote God, they’d would be
kind and gentle, not vengeful and jealous.
Freedom of choice would be first commandment,
preventing wrongs they’d stand righteous.
They’d refuse to entertain suffering,
their grand design would epitomize equality.
Sure, their world would still have problems,
but it would be spared from ungodly atrocity.
Law of Nature is its lack of meaning,
as well as its lack of morality.
We needed an image to bear the blame,
and be the imaginary steward of our destiny.
True godliness lies in behavior, not belief.
Hand of God unfolds when human takes the steed.
kind and gentle, not vengeful and jealous.
Freedom of choice would be first commandment,
preventing wrongs they’d stand righteous.
They’d refuse to entertain suffering,
their grand design would epitomize equality.
Sure, their world would still have problems,
but it would be spared from ungodly atrocity.
Law of Nature is its lack of meaning,
as well as its lack of morality.
We needed an image to bear the blame,
and be the imaginary steward of our destiny.
True godliness lies in behavior, not belief.
Hand of God unfolds when human takes the steed.
Love, Sex & Drugs (The Sonnet)
Stoneage immorality
was bedlock out of wedlock,
civilized immorality
is bedlock out of lovelock.
Who you sleep with is your business,
but to sleep without love isn’t gallantry.
It may be accepted as adolescent folly,
part of growing up is to surpass frivolity.
Mindless sex and drugs are for the animals,
humans have no business with such nonsense.
It’s one thing to indulge once in a while,
another to take it as life’s daring object.
Opposite of puritanism isn’t perversion,
any animal knows how to fill a hole.
Intimacy doesn’t mean baring your body,
intimacy means baring your soul.
was bedlock out of wedlock,
civilized immorality
is bedlock out of lovelock.
Who you sleep with is your business,
but to sleep without love isn’t gallantry.
It may be accepted as adolescent folly,
part of growing up is to surpass frivolity.
Mindless sex and drugs are for the animals,
humans have no business with such nonsense.
It’s one thing to indulge once in a while,
another to take it as life’s daring object.
Opposite of puritanism isn’t perversion,
any animal knows how to fill a hole.
Intimacy doesn’t mean baring your body,
intimacy means baring your soul.
November 20, 2024
Colonizer of A Different Kind (The Sonnet) Abhijit Naskar | Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim: Little Planet on The Prairie
Only the shape of colonialism
has changed, not the nature.
Tendencies are just as filthy,
rightful heir to animal disaster.
I too am a colonizer,
but of a different kind.
I colonize no home by force,
with words I colonize minds.
Humanitarianism is civilized colonialism –
simpler still, humanitarianism is civilization.
That’s the contagion my literature carries,
through my proses and sonnetic revelation.
First thousand were an accident,
Second thousand, a promise.
Answer to traditional animosity,
Antidote to doting prejudice.
has changed, not the nature.
Tendencies are just as filthy,
rightful heir to animal disaster.
I too am a colonizer,
but of a different kind.
I colonize no home by force,
with words I colonize minds.
Humanitarianism is civilized colonialism –
simpler still, humanitarianism is civilization.
That’s the contagion my literature carries,
through my proses and sonnetic revelation.
First thousand were an accident,
Second thousand, a promise.
Answer to traditional animosity,
Antidote to doting prejudice.
