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,
Then lies under a tree,
resting his head under his hands,
using them as a pillow.
But sun shines on his face.
A King Cobra smells blood,
and opens his hood.
A peddler passing by,
sees Cobra offering shade to my Guru,
and invites the whole village to witness the scene.
Guru meditates in sleep,
A hundred devotees sit by his feet.
King Cobra decides to become a protector.
My Guru’s sweet presence wakes up every soul,
while he rests.