A SIKH FAQIR
What are your gifts?
Your eyes are red with the wine that
Sparkles in the cup of the sky!
And your face is crimsoned with the
Unfading rose that no one yet has seen.
I cannot even write my name,
I am an unlettered farmer of the Punjab,
A poor Sikh who

GURU GLORIOUSThey ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh; they ask me what he is to me. I tremble when they ask me, what he is to me.Unable to say anything in reply,