19 May 2013
I know now why?
Born a queen
Amidst glitter, silver spoons and a gold sky
She still chose to be a pauper
I know now, Why?
She was a queen
She did not live like one
She chose to give away
Every heart she won
Her Man, material, wealth, gold, every breath
Was all dust for her
To be laid at GOD's feet
Only one small room she'd prefer
She could not walk much
Yet she walked the trail
That few ever dared to
Carrying thousands with her, despite being frail
She had the midas touch
Her touch spun stone-hearted into gold
Her Man, from demon she wove
Onto a godly person, equally bold
Sister to all, she was sent off like a queen
Her brothers gave shoulder to her pall
The 89 yr Father lit the pyre
When time came for her recall
The last prayers saw, her thousands
Shower gold, money and everything they had
For the Queen who ruled their hearts
Sad if they could not help her Dad
We will see you again
This is not where it ends
Till we see you again
Goodbye but sight you at the bends
Coz the world needs you
She was born a queen
But chose to be a pauper
I know now, Why?
- dedicated to the martyr
who traded her life for Guru Gobind Singh ji's Guru Kashi
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