When one Naskar dies, a thousand Naskars will rise | Abhijit Naskar | Bulletproof Backbone

“Thousand Naskars (The Sonnet)

When one Naskar dies in body,
Thousand Naskars will take his place.
Cowards seek comfort in reincarnation,
While the brave step in to fill the void.

Don’t you dare make a cult of me,
Waiting for yet another second coming!
Reclaim your life from the land of myths,
Wishful inaction is most unbecoming.

Charge up your mind with facts and reason,
Charge up your heart with love and vision.
Backbone alive repels cowardly inaction,
Even if peddled by thousand year tradition.

When one Naskar dies in body,
Thousand Naskars will take his place.
Naskar the person died a long time ago,
What speaks to you is Naskar the oneness.”