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“Graveyard of Dreams (The Sonnet)

When the heart is born in the middle of a desert,
Is it wrong for them to set out in search of water!
Or should the heart remain a handicapped patriot,
Never to realize and manifest their rightful power!

No heart is ever known by the land they are born in,
Heart is known by the light it pours out into the world.
I say, cut off all allegiance to the intolerant desert,
And seek out the land where your roots are watered.

Heart's allegiance is only to light, not to some puny tribe,
Land your feet where they greet you with garland, not shackles.
Those who continue to peddle patriotism to guilt trap the genius,
Are the last people to deserve exclusive rights to light universal.

Seek out an environment conducive to your light,
Instead of being chained to the graveyard of dreams.
Wield your light with all your conviction and dignity,
And you'll illuminate all, even the dreamkilling fiends.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown

“A civilized world is not where everybody flocks to another nation to fulfill their dream, but where everybody can pursue their dream without feeling the need to become an immigrant.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets