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 This poem is dedicated to my son, Anmol, |
GROWING FROM A CHILD INTO A MAN FROM A CUB TO A LION A KHALSA IN ALL YOUR GLORY.. I AWAITED THIS BLESSED DAY WHEN I COULD SEE YOU, MY SON..... IN A TURBAN......... LOOKING MAJESTIC IN ALL YOUR GLORY SON OF GURU GOBIND PROUD TO BE A SINGH...... AS THE LAYERS OF THE TURBAN CROWN YOUR FACE I BEGIN TO THANK WAHEGURU FOR HIS GRACE.... I PRAY FOR YOUR HAPPINESS AND SOLACE AS YOU CROWN THE TURBAN EVERY MORNING MAY IT REMIND YOU OF THE HARD EARNED SIKHI THE SACRIFICES, THE COUNTLESS MARYTRS... THOSE THAT GAVE UP THEIR LIVES BUT NOT THEIR FAITH...... MAY HAPPINESS BE WITH YOU MAY SIMRAN BE PART OF YOU DO NOT LET NEGATIVITY BRING YOU DOWN FOR YOU HAVE THE GURU YOU ARE NOT ALONE,...... WAHEGURU.. HAS YOU PROTECTED....THROUGH AND THROUGH... AND YES I AM PROUD TO BE A MOTHER.. MOTHER OF A SINGH.. HEAD HELD HIGH,..... AS YOU WALK THROUGH THE MAZE OF THIS LIFE THROUGH THICK AND THIN.. YOU WILL COME OUT VICTORIOUS IN EVERY SPHERE OF LIFE IF YOU KNOW YOUR IDENTITY AND THE DISCIPLINE OF BEING A SINGH... MY EYES MIST WITH TEARS AS I SEE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME WITH A TURBAN.... AND A DETERMINATION.... TO FOLLOW THE FOOT STEPS OF OUR GURU, GURU GOBIND SINGH.... REMEMBER, YOU ARE THE SON.... OF THE ONE THAT GAVE UP HIS 'SARBANS' FOR THE KHALSA THE 'NYARA' KHALSA WITH THE BLOOD OF HIS OWN, HIS SIKHS, AND HIS OWN KIN..... GO, MY SON, INTO YOUR LIFE FOR YOU HAVE GROWN INTO A 'KING' I HAVE NO WORRIES FOR GURU,....GURU GOBIND SINGH IS WITH YOU THROUGH THE TURMOILS OF THICK AND THIN.. I SMILE, AND CRY IN AWE... AS YOU WALK DOWN THE PATH... A 'KHALSA' IN ALL YOUR GLORY.... VANINDER (LOVEY) KAUR | |
