i liken these singhs to raindrops....
like a raindrop leaves its cloud and makes its final decent, only then does it realise its true meaning
only for it to collide with earth and dissolve away
My tears are worthless.... my pain is worth nothing, i am a slave to the guru, let us all be strong for our brothers... i knew satvir singh before he grew his kes and was new to the country, may his memory live on, and let us envy him, he is with the true master.
BOOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SONIIIIIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL....SATSRIAAKAAAAAAL
