A MEMORY TO CHERISH
by Harpreet Kaur.
It's time that we let our voices be heard.
It's the 300th year of the Khalsa's birth.
We have all gathered here to celebrate.
Join your hands and rid that individual hate.
Let's tell America what the Sikhs are all about.
We don't want to leave anyone is negative doubt.
Don't believe everything that you've read or seen.
The Sikhs are in no way terrorist, criminals or mean.
It's the Indian Government that makes it seem such,
but don't you fall for such bluff.
Peace, love, equality, the Sikhs only fight for sovereignty,
we need Khalistan ASAP.
Just like the Jews the Sikhs have been abused,
but instead of Hitler it's the Indian Government that we accuse.
It was on this day that Guru Gobind Singh gave
us a name.
He didn't want his Sikhs to ever be ashamed.
On this day he baptized five, making each one equal in guise.
From this day Sikhism was officially established, giving the
Sikhs an identity to always lavish.
Cutting, trimming, shaving is forbidden.
Male or female it's a given.
The turban and hair are very scared to the Sikhs.
There a part of our identity and they can't be missed.
It's our looks that make us different from the rest.
Everyday we're put on the test.
People stare "oh yes" we're aware, it's no anything new or rare.
America is full of diversity.
In this country we're a small minority.
We may be small in number, but once a Sikh is seen he/she is
always remembered.
Now it's time to raise our hands high.
Being a Sikh let us not deny.
Khalistan is our need indeed.
The Indian Government is just a cheat.
We can't trust what they say or do.
It's time that the Khalsa rule.
Let me hear all the Singhs and Kaurs,
Let us roar like never before.
KHALISTAN ZINDABAD!,
These Valiant
by Santokh Singh.
In throes of their autumn
their colour slowly fading
felled and golden they lie
whom no dawn can awaken.
What is left but shadows
paling but wait surely their
scars darken in mortality
as billowing dusk gathers?
They no longer resist the tyrant
winds that shadow the moon
never more to rise or bloom
seized by death these valiant -
O Waheguru!
SONG OF THE KHALSA
by Livtar Singh.
Many speak of courage. Speaking cannot give it.
It's in the face of death that we must live it.
When things are down and darkest, that's when we stand tallest.
Until the last star falls, we won't give an inch at all!
Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as
stone.
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
Guru Arjun gave His Life, to stand for what was
right.
He was burned and tortured, five long days and nights.
He could have stopped it any time, just by giving in.
His Strength a solid wall, He never gave an inch at all!
Sons of the Khalsa, remember those who died.
Stood their ground until their last breath, so we who live now,
might live free lives.
A princess is not royal, by her birth or blood
inside.
But if her family's home is Anandpur Sahib,
She'll walk with such a grace and strength, the world will bow
in awe.
Until the mountains fall, she'll never give an inch at all!
Daughters of the Khalsa, in your strength our
future lies.
Give our children fearless minds, to see the world through the
Guru's Eyes.
Baisakhi we were thousands, but only five had
the courage for dying.
Then one brave man, one flashing sword, turned us all to lions.
And now we live His Legacy, to die before we fall.
And like the five who answered the call, we can't turn back
at all.
Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as
stone.
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
The Tenth Guru gave even His Sons, to give the
Khalsa life.
His Words stand like mountains, against the winds of time,
That Khalsa will rule the world, all will be safe in its fold.
But if the Khalsa falls, there won't be a world at all!
Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as
stone.
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
Many speak of courage. Speaking cannot give it.
It's in the face of death that we must live it.
When things are down and darkest, that's when we stand tallest.
Until the last star falls, we won't give an inch at all!
Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as
stone.
Gives our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
Sons of the Khalsa, remember those who died.
Stood their ground until their last breath, so we who live now,
might live free lives.
Daughters of the Khalsa, in your strength our
future lies.
Give our children fearless minds, to see the world through the
Guru's Eyes.
Stand as the Khalsa, strong as steel, steady as
stone.
Give our lives to God and Guru, mind and soul, breath and bone.
Mind and soul are His alone.
If Guru Gobind Singh Ji Came
To My Room
by Amanpreet Kaur.
If Guru Ji came to my room to spend a day or two,
If He came unexpectedly, I wonder what I will do?
Oh, I know, I will give my nicest spot to such an honoured guest,
And all the food I’d serve to Him would be the very best;
And I would keep assuring Him I’m glad to have Him here,
That serving Him in my room is joy beyond compare.
But, when I see Him coming, would I meet Him at
the door;
With arms out stretched in welcome to my Heavenly visitor?
Or would I have to change my clothes before I let Him in?
Or hide some magazines and put the guthka where they have been;
Would I then switch off the radio and hope He hadn’t heard?
And wish I hadn’t uttered that last loud hasty word?
Would I hide my worldly music and put out some
Amrit Kirtan out?
Could I let Guru Ji walk right in, or would I rush about?
And I wonder- if Guru Ji were to spend a day or two with me,
Would I go right on doing the things I always do?
Would I go right on saying the things I always
say?
Would life for me continue as it does from day to day?
Would my daily conversation keep its usual pace?
And would I find it hard before each meal to say grace?
Would I sing the songs I always sing, and read
the books I read?
And let Him know the things on which my mind and spirit feed?
Would I take Guru Ji with me everywhere I plan to go?
Or would I maybe change my plans for maybe just a day or so?
Would I be glad to have him meet my closest friends?
Or would I hope they’d stay away until His visit ends?
Would I be glad to have Him stay forever and forever on and
on?
Or would I sigh with great relief when He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know the things that I would do,
If Guru Ji in person came to spend some time with me!
Sword Inspired by a Sword
Wearing GurSikh .....
My sword is my companion my warrior and friend,
Not to be offensive but sworn to defend,
The infusion of steel runs through my veins,
Making me immune from sorrow and pain,
My sword is the protector of the needy and poor,
When oppression becomes a disease my sword is the cure,
My sword sings the song of selfless love,
It lives in harmony with law from above,
The flash of my Guru’s sword awakens the sleeping
soul,
Without the sword I can never be whole,
The sword of the Guru is the giver of life,
Before the soul was barren now it is ripe,
I am the saint and the soldier that walks in peace,
I am the humble dust of your feet,
But don’t think my spirituality makes me weak,
The heavens will roar if my sword were to speak,
Death is my bride, fear is my friend,
My Guru’s path is the map heaven sent,
To Follow the path, surrender your whole,
The power of the Guru’s sword will give light to your soul.
A Mountian of a Man
By Harjit Singh Lakhan
Long flowing beard as white as snow
Battle clothes bluer than the river flow
Face shining more than the sun we know
Waheguru's light gives him this glow.
Riding in front of the Khalsa Army
On a mission to uproot the evil enemy
How dare the Mughals invade this place
The Golden Temple is not their base.
Baba Deep Singh ji:
Roars like a quake - makes the planet shake
The empire of evil is about to break
Rides like the wind against those who've sinned
The Storm of justice is about to begin.
Furious and frightening his grip is tightening
Around the Khanda - sharp as lightening
Strikes the Khanda with a crack of thunder
Blessed by the power of the God of Wonder.
2 miles before the Golden Temple trouble
His head is chopped off in a mighty struggle
Miracle of miracles he gets up to fight
The body is dead - the spirit still has might!
He promised Guru jee to reach the holy land
Now he fights holding his head in his hand
Running out time he throws his precious head
Guru jee carries it to the Golden temple instead.
Long flowing beard as white as snow
Battle turban bluer than the river flow.
Face shining more than the sun we know
Waheguru's light gives him this glow.
The Perfect Saint Soldier saved the holy land
Fearless he stood - mountain of a man
I will never forget Baba Deep Singh jee
The perfect follower of Guru Gobind Singh jee.
Undiscovered World
By Harjit Singh Lakhan
Around and around and around I go,
Hands pressed together and head bowed low,
Singing sweet shabads full of humility,
Walking around my Guru Granth Sahib jee.
My life, my love, my reason for living,
Undying light and the One True King,
Around and around and around I travel
My Creator's mysteries begin to unravel.
Jewels have been found on the seabed
The Moon has a flag white, blue and red.
An X-ray image finds our hidden face,
But no-one has found the Creator of our Race.
The way to our Maker is in Guru Granth Sahib Jee,
The secret path for setting our spirit free,
So why waste time trying to get to Mars?
And drive across America in big, flash cars?
The Undiscovered world is in Guru Granth Sahib jee,
So walk around and around with humility.
