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Khalsa Poems
The Glorious Khalsa Past
By Harjit Singh Lakhan
Awesome Warriors that pounce like panthers,
On mighty battle-horses against Moghul Forces,
An invisible breeze through the Jungle trees
Roar like thunder : God's Army - Perfect Khalsa!
Khalsa spy in orange, blue and black,
Camouflaged he follows the Moghuls' track,
Crawling under bushes like a venomous snake,
Perching like a hawk by the side of their Lake,
Hidden in a rock-cave small and compact,
It'll soon be time, time to attack!
Around the lake like a poisonous snake,
Towards the tents of the Mullah and the Sheik,
Slips by the guards on his silent feet,
Sings Waheguru with each heartbeat,
Quick look left and a sharp look back,
It'll soon be time, time to attack!
Eagle-eyed he finds the Punjabi pearls,
Kidnapped sisters are now slave-girls,
Chained together inside a dirty tent,
Soon to be owned by a Muslim 'gent',
In Afganastan she'll be up for sale,
To be wife number 4 of a Muslim male,
In his religion it's a virtuous thing,
To make a Sikh animal into a Muslim.
Khalsa spy quickly scuttles around
Sketching a map of the enemies ground,
He disappears like a passing breeze
Moghuls think it's just rustling leaves,
By Guru Gobind Singh's grace he'll be back,
Back when it's time, time to attack!
Mighty Moghul's fought long and hard today
Against innocent farmers stacking their hay,
Majestic Moghuls say its good for their soul
To slay parents and watch their children groan.
The village was eaten by a monster 's desire
The wild orange animal of the Moghuls' fire.
Handsome Moghuls were so brave and strong,
They raped young girls - it didn't seem wrong.
After a hard days work they sleep nice and warm,
Unaware of the rising Khalsa storm .
Inside the tent where the prisoners are kept,
Beside the sisters who've wept and wept,
Stands Princess Kaur with a saintly face
With her eyes closed in a spiritual place,
'Guru jee we are your innocent children,
Merciful Master grant us freedom,
Save us from this sordid mess,
O Perfect Protector of the Powerless,
Honour and cherish Your daughter's right
O Ocean of Love and Unknowable Light,
Bless us with Waheguru's Naam and might,
Break our chains, make us stand and fight,
Invincible Power no one knows your limit,
Bless us now with Your Fighting Spirit!.
The Moghuls' yawn at the crack of dawn,
Their blood stained clothes are still battle-torn,
They pray a little if they pray at all,
Swearing and pushing they walk real tall,
They reak of B.O. and have stinking breath,
But's that wont be enough to scare away Death!
The Khalsa storm is almost upon their land,
The Goddess of Death is in the Khalsa's hand,
Guru Gobind Singh jee no one knows Your limit,
The Khalsa is blessed with Your Fighting Spirit!
The Khalsa is beautiful, the Khalsa is bright,
The Khalsa protects and does what's right,
Looking like mountains, roaring like thunder,
Riding on the wind singing God of Wonder!
Across the rivers and through the valleys,
Chasing the Moghuls like a swarm of bees,
Khalsa spy made them a lovely map,
The Moghuls will fall into a deadly trap.
Hiding in the jungle by the well-walked track,
Waiting for the time, time to attack!
Bahadur Singh, big , brave and strong
Leads 4 Khalsa singing the Naam song,
Riding into the middle of the track,
Infront of the marching Moghul pack.
The Moghuls dogs chase the Khalsa rabbit,
The 5 Singhs ride full of the Fighting Spirit,
Each one disappears into deep dark places,
The Moghuls are surrounded by Khalsa faces!
No place to run now, no place to hide,
Goddess of Death slashes Moghul pride,
Smashed falling heads land with a thud
The jungle ground soaks up their blood,
The Moghuls lived by their sinning culture,
They're only good for a hungry vulture!
Sweet Princess Kaur with her saintly face,
Thanks Guru jee for his merciful grace,
Guru Gobind Singh jee no one knows Your limit,
The Khalsa is blessed with Your Fighting Spirit! | |
Birth of the Khalsa
By: Inderjeet Singh
This Special afternoon, I found myself amongst a large Sikh gathering;
I was amazed, there were many thousands here, the large assembly was staggering;
Suddenly, in full exuberance, the crowded cheered as Guru Gobind Singh Ji appeared;
My eyes embraced the Guru, as I saw his smile along with a long imperial beard;
With a naked sword, The Guru yelled, "This sword asks for a head. Come true Sikhs, step ahead!";
Numbed, the audience became silently afraid, three times he asked yet all looked in dread!
Then a brave soul arose; Daya Ram became the first man to offer his head!
Minutes later, the Guru returned with a bloodied sword, asking for more Sikhs to Behead!
All around people started to question, what was The Guru's motive, many left unable to endure;
Slowly, Dharam Das, Mohkham Chand, Himmat and Sahib Chand all fell to the Guru's lure;
Soon, I was shocked to see my companions come out with the Guru safe and sound!
The Panj Pyare, The Guru's five beloved spirits arrived to uplift our faith from above the ground!
With the left knee up and right knee down, each Panj Pyare were given a palm-full of Amrit to drink;
Then came the Jakara, Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki fateh! we were all in sync;
These men came from all sorts of castes and now they walk out a Singh equal in The Guru's eyes;
No family ties, no rituals could take away the light it brought for they were mere lies;
The kesh, kangha, kara, kach, and kirpan all were our gifts as the Khalsa's direction
The kesh was our hair's uncut form while our kirpan was our weapon for protection.
Next came the Guru to accept Amrit from the Panj Pyare below in his palm;
With loving tenderness, the Guru's message was clear, Japooooo Satnam!!!!
That day stands clear even for many that were not there
It is our birth, our fixtural salute, our proud Khalsa Affair! | |
A Life as a Khalsa
By:Harjote Singh
Waheguru ji ka khalsa,waheguru ji ki fateh.
A Khalsa represents the sikh religion.
A Khalsa sets an example of lion.(sher)
A Khalsa fears of nothing.
The kirpan symbolizes the power of the sikhs but is never used as a weapon upon people.
A khalsa pays respects to the all mighty GOD in a dignified manner with honour and pride.
A Khalsa never removes hair from any part of the body.
A Khalsa bathes everyday.
A Khalsa does his hair two times a day and carries a khanga.(comb)
A khalsa wears a kachera.(drawers)
A Khalsa wears a kara.(bangle)
A Khalsa wears a dastaar.(turban)
The Khalsa is a true warrior and fights for his or her rights.
Waheguru ji ka khalsa,waheguru ji ki fateh. | |
Guru's Word and Sword
Pritam Singh
On human history's hoary horizon
sparks of hope eternal shine
from a wondrous event that took place
at Kesgarh in sixteen ninety nine.
The Guru stands,Kirpan in hand,
a symbol of justice and grace
with love of humanity in his heart
and compassionate glow on his face.
Calmly he calls upon the Sangat-
'At the alter of Seva and Naam
sacrifice of lives I seek,
Come, O Sikhs, with hands on palm!'
Then five rise one by one
bowing to the Nanak tenth
the Guru's chosen Pyaras Panj,
the nucleus of Khalsa Panth.
Here Rabab and Kirpan merge,
Miri Piri, Word and Sword
giving Gurus' message same-
Help humanity in God's name. | |
YOUNG, SIKH & PROUD
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! | |
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