The Sacrifice by Gurutej Singh
Khalsa
It was a time for death, to be transformed
It was a time for pain, when many mourned,
It was a time for sorrow, loss and strife,
A time for suffering and sacrifice,
So on the 6th of June, 1984
The tanks rolled over that marble floor;
And the Akal Takht laid itself down.
These Times, so strange, required so great a price
That the Akal Takht, itself, made the sacrifice.
And as the cannon roared and the rockets flared,
As bullet bit bone and flesh and blood and hair
Spilled across that Parkarma, turning it dark and red,
While in the sarover floated the bodies of the dead,
The Akal Takht laid itself down.
The youth of a nation were lost that dark night,
When compassion and reason had taken flight,
When God, in His mystery moved His Great hand
And death and sorrow claimed that ancient land.
The tanks rolled on, over marble and blood,
Firing their rockets where ever they would,
And the Akal Takht laid itself down.
And by that command the Dynasty fell,
For by their own hand was struck the knell
Of death and the changing of the Ages,
As Truth shall appear on History's pages;
To tell the story of deception and lies,
And heartless men who ignored those cries,
When the Akal Takht laid itself down.
All that was Sacred was put to the test,
All who sacrificed, by Guru were blessed.
They killed all they could and tortured the rest,
But the spirit stood strong, bringing out the best.
For, no sacrifice is ever made in vain.
And that memory is carried, by we who remain,
Of when the Akal Takht laid itself down.
Young, Sikh & Proud by Anonymous
Gotta big problem
just cant stand it,
Bugging me bad
Don't understand it,
Barefoot I walk
upon this thorn,
makes me wish
I'd never been born.
GOTTA BE A FIGHTER
GOTTA SING LOUD
GURU MADE ME
YOUNG SIKH & PROUD!
Royal Sikh flag
sky-scraper tall,
Guru made me
the King of all,
Singh's my name
Pug's my crown,
Kaur's my sister
we aint goin' down.
GOTTA BE A FIGHTER
GOTTA SING LOUD
GURU MADE ME
YOUNG SIKH & PROUD!
Used to be ugly
used to be sad,
Grew my hair
now I'm BAD!
Wont cut my hair
wont cut my beard,
don't care that<
you think I'm weird
GOTTA BE A FIGHTER
GOTTA SING LOUD
GURU MADE ME
YOUNG SIKH & PROUD!
Girls don't fancy
a spotty git,
Guru loves me
inspite of it,
Mirror Mirror
sees my face,
Guru made it
number 1 : ACE!
GOTTA BE A FIGHTER
GOTTA SING LOUD
GURU MADE ME
YOUNG SIKH & PROUD!
Religion is good
Praying is cool,
God's word is
my crown jewel,
Love my Guru
Guru loves me,
Walk the Earth
like royalty!
GOTTA BE A FIGHTER
GOTTA SING LOUD
GURU MADE ME
YOUNG SIKH & PROUD!
The Khalsa Rides Again by Anonymous
'Look to the future and cast no glance behind.'
(Guru V, Maru Raag : Guru Granth Sahib Jee)
The mind of the youth is our battlefield,
Our tongue and pen are the swords we wield.
The Five enemies thought success was easy,
But the Khalsa rides again singing : VICTORY!
In each young mind a Nishan Sahib will fly,
To rocket their spirit higher than high.
Guru King Gobind Singh jee,
The Khalsa rides again singing: YOUR VICTORY!
If Guru Gobind Singh Ji came to My Room
by Anonymous
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 honored 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 there
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 gutka where it should have
been?
Would I then switch off the radio and hope he hadn't heard?
And I wish I hadn't uttered the last loud hasty word?
Would I hide my worldly music and put some Amrit Kirtan out?
Could I let Guru Ji walk right in, or would I rush about?
And I wonder-if Guru Ji spent 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, each meal to say a table 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 just a day or so?
Would I be glad to have Him meet my very closest friends?
Or would I hope they'd stay away until His visit ends?
Would I be glad to have Him stay 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!
Kaur (lioness) by Jasbir Singh
Bold and beautiful, wild and strong.
Is a Sikh stallion, who believes in God.
Her name is Kaur; she's like a lioness that roars.
In the wilderness of Kalyug she will destroy evil in all, by
repeating the
name of the lord!
Vaheguru, Vaheguru in the name on her tongue.
She is only absorbed in Bhagti Pung!
Guru is now all she need.
He ego is washed away with all her good deeds.
By the guru she will find salvation.
As she approaches Sachkhand the doors will open!
My Fixed Star by Puran Singh from
The Book: The Temple Tulips
LOVE passes me by.
I travel in search under the stars,
but ever find myself again where I started;
I look at the stars and think again of His Love-my fixed star.
I ride on tides, I go forward,
but I find the waters have all ebbed away, sands flow under
my feet;
I strain my eyes to the blue waters and think again of His Love-my
fixed Star.
I go treasuring the rainbow wings of the flowerlike flies,
and I find the dead, autumn leaves, red and yellow, in my hands
at the last,
Looking at destiny and the many fates,
I think again of His Love-my fixed star.
