KeshA Poem by Sukhmeet SinghThis poem is about Sikh long hair, and how it should be respected
Oh, Oh yeah, what has the kesh given, something nothing else has given,
The Kesh, it gives me, it gives me, my unique, my very unique identity, Of course, you should know, the, the, the combing of kesh, is beauty, Loving the hairs, as that gives me nature, looks, and my, and my uniqueness, From the hairs, may I get, oh may I get, the life that makes me, makes me new, The, the, the power of dastar, oh, can that be matched, my, my Guru's gift, Waheguru has blessed me, Waheguru has blessed me into this panth of my guru, The Khalsa, the Khalsa has also, had also given me an ultimate, way of life, Regardless what the situation is, a Sikh shall always, always die for freedom of all, These are, these are only a few, only a few great things, as there shall be more, Guru has been martyred, for another faith, as in Sikhi, all should have freedom, I, I, I am not showing of, all I say in this, in this poem, is less, less than one percent, The kesh, as this was, it was the true Guru's, the true Guru's only wish from, followers, If, if, if one would want to wish, removing it, then, then, they have forget this gift, I, I, I will confess, I didn't understand at first, but, but as time went on, I had remembered, I, I, I wish to say sorry, for having not understood it's value, as I was not knowledgeable, Sikhi, is the, it is the faith I have been blessed with, now I have learned, in what place I am, The kesh, it is, it is, it's the only love for me, as, it should be the highest value, I have combed, As having kesh, I would use, I would use, the Kangha, or wooden style comb, a gift from Guru, But, his ultimate gift, his ultimate gift is, Kesh, this is what he wanted, Sikhi is with Kesh! © 2012 Sukhmeet SinghAuthor's Note
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