Monday, February 13, 2006

Valentine's Poem


Two years ago, on Valentine's day I went to Southall (nothing new there - I mean going to Southall). I did my usual Gurdwara Yatra (visit). Did darshan of Havelock Rd. Gurdwara, Guru Nanak Darbar Gurdwara (Aghani Sangat) then Park Avenue Gurdwara. In the evening Bhai Dya Singh Australia wale were doing keertan at Osborne Rd. Gurdwara. So from Park Avenue I went there. The programme finished late. Afterwards I made my way back to Halls of Residence (in Central London).

I didn't realise it was Valentine's Day. I sat on the tube and noticed LOADS OF PEOPLE (unusual for a Sunday night!). I felt queasy. Sat Naam, Waheguru. As it was Valentine's Day people around me on the tube were acting lovey duvey. Sat Naam. I just kept my head down and did Simran. Everywhere where I looked people and more people - eating one another's face off. Waheguru Bhalla Kare.


Chalo, I got back to halls in one piece with Guru's Kirpa. In my room I reflected on the day. The keertan darbaar was beautiful and having darshan of so many Gurdwaras in one day was great. I started to think about what is Valentine's day... My thoughts led me to write a poem that day. The poem is below:

Valentine’s Day celebrates love.
Valentine’s Day is about showing your love.
Valentine’s Day involves sharing love.

Who do you love?
Who would you want show your love to?
Who do you wish to share your love with?

We all have love.
We can all show love.
We can all share love.


My Valentine’s would be the person who taught me about love.
My Valentine’s would be the person who showed me love.
My Valentine’s would be the person who I learnt to share love.

My Valentine’s Day is everyday.
My Valentine’s Day is the early hours before sunrise.
My Valentine’s Day is waking up to my Beloved.

My Valentine’s would be my Beloved Guru.
My Valentine’s would be my parents.
My Valentine’s would be my Dear Lord Creator.


The sign of love is willing to sacrifice all you have.
The sign of love is being graceful and forgiving.
The sign of love is being side by side forever.

Guru Gobind Singh Ji sacrificed his mother, father, four sons, and all he had for me.
Guru Gobind Singh Ji showered His grace on me and gave me the gift of Amrit.
Guru Gobind Singh Ji is always with me in the Divine form of the Shabad.

ਸੁਖੀ ਬਸੈ ਮੋਰੋ ਪਰਿਵਾਰਾ ॥ ਸੇਵਕ ਸਿੱਖ ਸਭੈ ਕਰਤਾਰਾ ॥ ੨ ॥
"May me family [the Sikhs] live happily, and may my Sikhs and disciple cross over to God."
(Guru Gobind Singh Ji, Benti Chaupai)


A mother sacrifices her share of a meal just to see her child does not feel hungry
A father s acrifices his time and energy, to work hard bring his children up.
A mother will be forgiving and show grace to her child when he or she does something wrong.

Our parents teach us to walk, talk and eat.
Our parents hug us when we feel lonely and wipe our tears when we feel sad.
Our parents do so much for us and yet do not seek thanks or appreciation.

ਕਾਹੇ ਪੂਤ ਝਗਰਤ ਹਉ ਸੰਗਿ ਬਾਪ ॥ ਜਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਣੇ ਬਡੀਰੇ ਤੁਮ ਹਉ ਤਿਨ ਸਿਉ ਝਗਰਤ ਪਾਪ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ॥
"
Why O son do you argue with your father? It is a sin to argue with him who gave you life and brought you up."
(Ang 1200)


The mother is the first one to offer companionship to her child from when the child is in her womb.
During hard times our parents stand side by side us.
When a child is sick or upset, our parents are still there to listen and offer a shoulder to cry on.

Vaheguru has given me the gift of a human body.
Vaheguru has given me the gift of the breathing.
Vaheguru has given me the gift of intellect.

Vaheguru can make me us from nothing to everything.
Vaheguru is a merciful judge who is neither harsh nor lenient.
Vaheguru bears no hatred; He listens and guides all those who ask with devotion.

ਸਾਚੁ ਕਹੋਂ ਸੁਨ ਲੇਹੁ ਸਭੈ ਜਿਨ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਕੀਓ ਤਿਨ ਹੀ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਪਾਇਓ ॥੯॥
"I tell the truth, listen everybody: those who love (Vaheguru) obtain the Dear Lord."
(Guru Gobind Singh Ji, Swaarag Swaiye)


Vaheguru is my mother, father, friend and companion.
Vaheguru is always with me, within me and beside me.
Vaheguru protects me when I am a weak, lifts me when I fall, and guides me when I can’t see.


Lets all prayer that may we love Vaheguru as much as He loves us.

Bhul chuk maaf.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem bhaajee... waheguru

anonymous said...

I got another love poem :D
but its not as good as yours paaji!!!

You connected me to this formless to believe on

Your one stair gave me strength to keep on

Your one smile gave me hope to live on

Your unconditional love lets me dream on

Your blessings, lets me have faith on

Because without your Gyan Satguru

My life and death cycle would have just be going on and on

God Bless!!!

Manvir Singh Khalsa said...

Anonymous 2 - Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem.

:)

Guru Rakha.