TruKhalistani Posted July 4, 2003 Report Share Posted July 4, 2003 My sword is my companion my warrior and friend, Not to be offensive but sworn to defend, The infusion of steel runs through my veins, Making me immune from sorrow and pain, The flash of my Guru’s sword awakens the sleeping soul, Without the sword I can never be whole, The sword of the Guru is the giver of life, Before the soul was barren now it is ripe, I am the saint and the soldier that walks in peace, I am the humble dust of your feet, But don’t think my spirituality makes me weak, The heavens will roar if my sword were to speak 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
me moorakh mugadh Posted July 5, 2003 Report Share Posted July 5, 2003 Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! good poem veerje 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deep Singh Posted July 5, 2003 Report Share Posted July 5, 2003 Great inspiration...... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gupt faujaan Posted July 7, 2003 Report Share Posted July 7, 2003 :D :D . gr8 poem. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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