Then Guru Teg Bahadur was only hope to shield the nation. Living happily with dignity left only in dream. Forgot their own identity, drown by humiliation. Strength equipped powerless, nobody hear their scream.
We ask for hope and strength, for remembrance and resilience, for commitments and promises to memorialize that dark dawn which hatched upon those pilgrims a crimson cacophony of military bombardments thirty years ago.
A Stoic but spokesman of other. A sceptic of such customs and also veteran. Who alive caring in heart of callous, who has vogue of convalescence for negativity
~ An Enlightened Soul, Light of the Universe, a Lion: My mind cannot fully fathom, nor can my words possibly describe, The rare Light that graced our world that was Guru Gobind Singh ~
[VIDEO] Listen and think about this raw poetry that is full of contemplation. How do you envision Guru Nanak Dev Ji? Listen to Jaswant Zafar's poem, 'Nanak' this Gurpurab
[POEM] After listening to us, GOD decided to take away our harsh condition, To give the place of Bidar, a GOD’s magical creation. By sliding the piece of a stone, the fountain of fresh water burst,...
[POEM] This is a simple and heartfelt ode to the tenth Guru. 'Fortunate to be the son of the Great, Great guru Dashmesh' is a charming worthy read. This is how a child praises their father...
A native Afghani Sikh recites a beautiful poem written by Bhai Nand Lal, the beloved of Guru Gobind Singh. This video touches not only the heart but on history as well. The 'Jewel of the Guru's court' was from Afghanistan and his poetry is even sung in Gurdwaras.
In the court of the Tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh, ushered in a new approach to literature, not only with regard to the understanding of the Sikh scripture Guru Granth Sahib, but the idea of comparative religion.
Today, Guru Gobind Singh Study Circle Canada organized a Baal Kavi Darbaar at Guru Singh Sabha Malton, in which over 40 participants recited poems in praise of Guru Panth and the teachings.
Beard flowing undone.... Like a tornado spun Here Baba Ji comes!.... Run Fauja Singh run! Make way everyone!.... The marathon's done But the miracle lives on
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.....
After years of strife and pain, God has blessed me with a peace......I don't feel the anger...I don't feel the resentment towards the unholy....when I see them, I don't want to remember the atrocities...I just want to go up to them and say....".life is short ... why the bitterness?"....