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 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,

and rests.

Rests.

Rests.

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.

Rests.

Rests.