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Surjeet prays to her champion, the One
Hearing horses outside, Surjeet navigates to the innermost room and folds her hands in prayer. O my true champion, my Lord Please continue to bless me with your strength and power. So I can continue to serve and meditate on you. The British are on their way to rip my Qaida, My Qaida holds the…
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RUMMAGING THROUGH OLD BOOKS
Dear Reader, As you continue rummaging through old books, I would like you to know who I am. I am the cremated one, sleeping with the rest, in peace, as you had hoped. But one amongst you has been singing a soft song in the innermost layers of my ears. She’s been serenading me into…
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A POEM ABOUT MY GURU
In this poem about my Guru, I will describe the travels of Guru Nanak Devji. My Guru walks miles. Hundreds of them, under hot sun, rain, strong winds. Then lies under a tree, posing sideways, resting his head under his hands, using them as a pillow. But sun shines on his face. A King Cobra…
